Enabling the Hockey Addicted..

If I’m a hockey addict, then Saturday’s NHL FaceOff was a high-quality high-quantity drugs dealt to me by the NHL. Unlike pre-season hockey, it didn’t slowly build me back into my bad habits, giving me a handful of games to choose from. Instead it gave me more options than I could handle and left me juggling score sheets, dodgy video feeds and attempting to get my parents out of the house faster so I could wallow in hockey in the air-conditioning in peace.

Toronto v Washington

I felt pretty bad for Luke Schenn, watching the kid suffer the fate many far more experienced defenceman have suffered at the hands of Alex Ovechkin. Still, getting caught flat footed with your stick adrift doesn’t really help anyone. A really great fantasy move on my behalf (if it pans out) in drafting both Ovechkin and his set up man in Nicklas Backstrom. I kind of had to draft Backstrom, I did call the team Backstrom’s Back.

San Jose v Anaheim

I’m pretty sure the San Jose Sharks don’t like the Ducks. If they did, I’d be pretty pissed with them too, because someone unleashes the utter humiliation the ducks did last season in the playoffs and you still liked them, well you don’t have enough of anything that I care to have on my team.

There was some nice highlights of the cheap stuff Corey Perry has indulged in over the past season. Most don’t phase me too much, because really, we’re all a little cheap with a hockey stick at heart. That was until I watched him hack at the face off a Shark face down on the ice near the beds. Corey Perry? That shit ain’t cool. I hope he learnt his lesson though. Rob Blake will eat his soul next time.

Patrick Marleau, with that geeky smile and those thick eyebrows and all that Saskatchewan farm-boy-ness will always be my captain. I however, am a big fan of your subtle screw you I can lead in other ways to the Sharks organisation with those three goals in two games. I’m so Team Marleau.

Todd McLellan is a Bad Marriage Counsellor

That’s going to be my husband in a decade or so. When I let someone marry me.

Hey Correy Perry? I still don’t like you. Even if you’re on my fantasy team. But I didn’t pick you. My computer froze and autodrafted. So it’s not willing.

Chicago v Florida

Seriously, the Chicago Blackhawks are the most retardedly hilarious NHL team out there. I’m pretty sure they’re about as mature as most NHL teams, but most NHL teams don’t give Patrick Sharp are camera and tell him to film his 12 year old team mates and their adventures. More on that at a later date. If you haven’t seen them though check out Blackhawks TV.

Boston v Carolina

I love watching Milan Lucic make people bleed. Ridiculously unexplainable but a guilty pleasure of mine.

Not much in the way of witty insight tonight, we’re barely a game per team into the season and anything so far that could be considered a controversy worth discussion is entirely media created (excluding the goalie controversy created by Vesa Toskala’s completely lack of ability to save his own job). On that front, I’m going to sprawl out on my bed, watch the rest of the Hawks v Panthers game out and crash out.

Far from Frozen

For several years, intermittently and even then that’s far to strong a word, I’ve blogged about what’s going on in my life, and my love of the game of hockey. Finally, however, I decided that a) I should blog more (despite the fact another blogger is the last thing the world needs) and b) if I’m going to talk so damn much about hockey I should probably take it elsewhere.

So this is that elsewhere,  A Kick Save and a Beauty, a title I felt both appropriate on a geeky hockey quote level, on a 7 year goaltender level and a girly girl fashion lover level. I also figured, what better day to start this than the first official day of the season.  That was yesterday and as I failed to do that, what better day to start than today! The second day of the season

So where do I start? Maybe with today’s games or the love I’ve refound for the Leafs. What about my latest girl crushes on Brian Burke, Matt Duchene or Brent Seabrook’s hair (really anything to do with the Blackhawks and their dysfunctional trip to Europe)?

No. I figured the best place to start this all was at the very start. The very start So here it is, the story of how a teenage Australian girl found hockey.

It’s not the longest story but it started whilst growing up in Australia in a rural town. Having seen an ad for inline hockey on TV, my brother signed up and after a few weeks of him playing, my father dragged me along (albeit kicking and screaming, most undignified for a 13 year old). Within minutes of seeing it I had fallen in love and signed up to play.

At that time, our court was a basketball court with wooden boards and nets that the club had built (and over the next few seasons, I was involved in moving again and again and our club was small, no more than 30 of us who played each other week after week, it was a great place.

On a Wednesday afternoon in June 2003, I turned the tv on, passing the time before hockey only to find Ice Hockey. Paul Kariya skated up the ice, the Duck emblazoned on his chest, and committed what I soon learnt to be one of the cardinal sins of hockey. His head down, Kariya crossed the red line and whilst watching his pass slide to a teammate he was knocked unconscious by Scott Stevens. After regaining consciousness, breath fogging his visor and being helped from the rink, Kariya returned, scoring the game winning goal.

By the time the puck fluttered over Brodeur’s shoulder, the red light went on, I had fallen in love with the sport. 6 years later, I still am.