As far as I was concerned, today was going to be the last day of football because the Superbowl is always so overshadowed by the commercials and the half-time show and all this stuff that has nothing to do with football. But now that the Giants are going to be playing, I'm kind of looking forward to it, even though they'll probably be clobbered!
As a follow up to that Toskala man-purse clip I posted, I found this on WikiAnswers: Is Vesa Toskala gay? I think my favourite thing about that is being European is apparently "evidence" of being gay!
fullycompletely pointed me to this weep-inducing (for me) blog post by Kelly Hrudey talking about Patty Marleau and what it was like when he lived with Hrudey and his family as a rookie.
Sometimes, I can't help being biased
Friday, January 18, 2008 | 08:00 PM ET
To be truly professional in broadcasting, we’re asked to be unbiased.
What an impossible task!
Last Saturday I broke that rule and I’m okay with that.
For those of you who didn’t catch it, my colleague Scott Oake asked me during the intermission of the Sharks-Leafs game last week if I could explain why San Jose captain Patrick Marleau was having a tough year (his stats are well under his point per game pace of previous seasons). I replied honestly that it was tough to comment given my history with him. Let me explain.
As many people know, Patrick lived with Donna, the girls and I, in my last season in the NHL.
It was Patrick’s rookie season and during training camp Donna and I discussed the idea of having Patrick move in with us considering he was only 18 years old and a good Saskatchewan kid like Donna.
After we decided this would work well for us, I approached the Sharks general manager Dean Lombardi about the idea.
He thought this would be a good fit for the organization also.
The next step was to introduce Patty to our family and see if there was a connection for all of us.
A new family member
Back in 1997, our girls were 11, 8 and 4 so we decided a dinner at the Chart House in Los Gatos (suburb in S.J.) was an ideal place to make the introductions.
Things couldn’t have possibly gone smoother.
We all learned a great deal about each other and it was quickly and mutually agreed upon Pat would be living with us.
We were renting a place in Saratoga (another suburb) that included a small guest house on the property. Pat naturally stayed there while we maintained our family life in the main house.
Quickly we became one family.
Rejuvenated my love for hockey
Patrick and I carpooled often which re-ignited some of my passion for the game and hopefully I passed on some of my experience.
Most days we shared all our meals together including pre- and post-game. Post-game meals were my favourite as we all were winding down from the excitement of another game. We shared many stories and late nights together.
Donna feels Patrick became the big brother the girls never had.
As we grew closer I found it strange, I became unsure if I felt more like a teammate or more like a father figure.
We grew so close in fact; Christmas Eve was a long fun night spent putting the Barbie Motor-home together then moving outside to assemble another gift, the basketball hoop. You know you’re getting really close when you share important holidays together.
We’ve gotten to know Pat’s parents over the years and have watched as Pat matured on and off the ice. Pat is now married to a beautiful girl from S.J. (Christina) with whom they have a son, Logan.
If I'm biased, so be it
To suggest we’re very proud of him is an understatement.
All this past makes it impossible to say a negative comment.
We were entrusted with the duty of caring for Patrick for a year and we are very much like concerned parents when things don’t go as planned.
This year hasn’t been the most productive for Patrick and I think about him often. I know what I better do soon, call him, ask how he’s doing, like a good friend or concerned parent.
Even if it’s not the most professional move.
That I can live with!
First of all, I had no idea that carpooling was so exciting. Secondly, it's stuff like this that makes me love hockey so much. Guys going above and beyond and taking care of each other. It's like... there's something about the sport for the guys that goes beyond the sport. It's hard to explain but it's so special. You see camaraderie in other sports, definitely, but... I don't know. Hockey is almost spiritual, hehe.
Also, I may be kind of stubborn/obsessed and I downloaded someone's 100% of Gimme Shelter on hard for guitar from YouTube so that I could practice at home. *blush*