what they should have been doing for a long time – making all of its games available to view on the Internet: NHL on Google Video. So now I can watch the Habs any time, even though CBC would have us focus exclusively on the Leafs. Check out some of the classic games as well.
Like most good Canadians,
I love hockey. Like fewer people, but still a great many, I participate in both regular season and playoff hockey pools. In my case, I’ve been the organizer of my pool for a few years now. The service provider we use is called Officepools.com, and they have provided us with great service – rock-solidity and accuracy being the biggest factors – for just $20 for the whole group.
Last night, of course, was game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and New Jersey emerged as the winners over the Ducks of Anaheim. And the end of the season also brought the end-of season remarks from the owner of Officepools.com, entitled Brief History…. It may not be a blog, which a lot of people seem to be becoming quite fundamentalist about, but it is a great sign of a clue – something that is clearly evident throughout the season, from the personal replies to requests for support and the dozens of little things ways that the service has improved lately. Much larger businesses could learn a lot from this small, one-man show.
There’s a relatively
mundane story from the world of hockey today, but one of the reports at Yahoo looks like a gag that slipped through. In case it’s gone, I took a screen shot.
Not only are
the Rheostatics one of the closest things to a genius literate pop band you’re going to find, but group member Dave Bidini is a fine writer of books, not just songs. His latest is Tropic of Hockey and you can read an unedited sort-of excerpt called Gretzky Eats Shit. Bidini has also posted another story called Joan. Interesting maybe-fact – the “Gordie” in the story is probably Gordon Downie of the Tragically Hip. I’m not certain, but I’ve been hearing stories for years about the rock-band house-league hockey team in Toronto. So it makes sense.
It looks as if
fall has arrived. I could see my breath this morning. I need to turn on my heat at home. I’m wearing a sweater for the first time. The leaves have changed up North, according to reliable reports, and should be well on their way here in Montreal in a matter of days. Oh yeah – and hockey season is about to begin!
