Guest post COW: How Dave MN spent Hockey Day
Posted on February 11th, 2008 – 11:04 AMBy Michael Rand
Dave MN (pictured) takes dead aim at Minnesota’s lifeblood as he takes his turn as the co-Commenter Of the Week. We have to admit: It takes some guts to write all about Hockey Day in Minnesota and admit that you don’t really care too much about the puck. And just to further burn Marthaler’s goat (is that a mixed metaphor?), we’re also going to jump this story. It seems like the perfect opportunity.
Hockey Day in Minnesota – The Dave MN Experience
9:00 a.m. – Get out of bed … drink some coffee … play some NHL 2008 on PS2 (getting in the mindset).
10:00 a.m. – Watch a little of the first high school game and wonder to myself just how ridiculous it must be for the goaltender who is trying to stop shots while looking into the rising sun. If these weren’t high schoolers, I would have expected about 25 goals in the first period. I always enjoy watching them play outside, but not enough to watch the whole game.
1:00 p.m. – Turn on the Gopher Basketball game on ESPN. It’s one of the only ones I’ll actually be able to watch this season … I have to enjoy it when I can. Gophers would be way ahead if they could make a lay-up. Instead, it’s close at halftime. I have no idea how the game ended. This is a theme.
2:30 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. – Hiatus from all sports watching as I went with my girlfriend to the mall, dinner, and a movie. Note: no hockey. I bought nothing hockey-related at the mall. I didn’t lose a tooth while eating. The movie wasn’t even about hockey. I’m going to hell.
8:15 p.m. – I get back in time to start watching the Gopher hockey game. I immediately regret it. This team can’t score. When they went down 2-0 in the second period, I turned off the game, because it was over. A tie would be a stretch at that point. That’s how bad it is. A power play is actually a negative thing for this team, as they can’t help but become depressed with each pathetic attempt. Switched back, now it’s 3-0. Alrighty, back to watching The Replacements. Maybe they’ll win in the end … those scrappy scabs.




