Some random thoughts that the media will no doubt fail to cover so here goes nothing …

How’s that Stanley Cup going in Boston? Prior to the start of the season, Bruins owner Jeremy Jacobs predicts the Bruins will win the cup. This is in August just about the same time Mario makes the same statement about his Penguins.

How hard is the 2006 Art Ross Trophy recipient Joe Thornton laughing right about now? He’s got the hardware and he’s still playing hockey in the post season and how can you beat the weather in San Jose… Why do I keep getting this image of Mike McConnel in his pajamas and Jagr at his mom’s house both shopping online for a voodoo doll that resembles Thornton right about now.

Devils are the worst team to bring any potential of national excitement to the cup run. What’s the angle this year with no Scott Stevens? When you have piss-poor attendeance all season, this is really the last team the NHL needs to do well in the post season. It’s bad for the game. Their home fans don’t care so why will anyone else. The better the big market teams do, the better the league will do. The NFL and even NASCAR and the WWF figured this out a long time ago and the NHL better wise up quick.

Speak of the Devil: Wondering if the producer from ABC/ESPN has night sweats over all those useless camera shots of Brodeur’s wife during the Devils 2000 cup games. Melanie wearing a floppy ass cowboy hat, Melanie chewing nervously on a rally towel, Melanie drinking a soda, Melanie covering her eyes, fiddling with her toddlers who were fidgeting in OT (put the kids to f’n bed already, lady). The footage is haunting. Couple that with the fact that Marty was banging his sister-in-law at about the same time and well … maybe this year they’ll show Ted Nugent chewing on a jerky-flavored rally towel. Whatever the case, please no more TV cutaways with family members of players this year unless it’s a hot ass wife of a player. Then we’ll watch. But keep Scott and Rob Niedermayer’s mom off my tube. This ain’t fucking Bingo night, it’s hockey playoffs.

Those were the days, eh? Was reading a little-known story that in St. Louis one time, veteran Leafs defenceman Tim Horton swung naked from his hotel balcony to scare a couple of rookies in the next room and burst through the balcony door. Oops, wrong room and a couple of sleeping flight attendants nearly went into shock.
The Leafs bought their way out of police involvement and the incident didn’t reach media ears until much later. I wonder if that counts as breaking team curfew if you’re just balcony hopping?

Saw some dudes headed to the ballpark the other day to catch a MLB game. Why is the fattest dude always the guy sporting the baseball glove that fit him 20 years ago. Be a man, leave the glove at home. If a foul ball or homer comes your way, drop the popcorn on the clown in front of you and impress the kids with your bare hand … or form tackle any sucker that tries to poach it from your meat hook.

The scenario: people talking on cell phones at the big game, then they are on TV and they are still talking on their cell phones but now they’re pointing and laughing. We see it at the rink, we see it behind home plate. Questions I have: Who the fuck are these people talking to? And why hasn’t someone picked them off with a Miller Lite or D-sized battery yet? Put that on TV: some latte-lovin’ chatterbox getting a face and phone full of beer!