I hate day games. It's 7:30 p.m. and I'm sitting alone in an eerily vacant press box. I'm scared.
Give me a deadline any day of the week over a matinee. Everything takes twice as long because you don't spend the game writing "running," as we sportswriters say. You're writing a live notebook off the game, as opposed to before, and you have the time to fiddle with every sentence.
I'm a ray of sunshine, eh?
Oops, "eh?" I told you I was turning Canadian after my month in Western Canada. I was there so long, I actually got angered when I opened the front door this morning and didn't find a Globe & Mail sitting on the doormat.
Then I realized I wasn't in a hotel. Or in Canada.
Speaking of Canada, it's obvious by now Jarome Iginla plainly hates America. Last Sunday "Iggy" ruins the day of American hockey fans everywhere by making the play to set up Sidney Crosby's winner and spoil the U.S. parade, and today the all-time leading scoring opponent in Wild history reverts back to his norm and scorches the Wild like a marshmallow in a fire circle.
Nice guy. Actually, he is. He hates America, but he's a nice guy.
The question is, if the Wild's season wasn't over already, is it over now? Detroit won. Calgary won. The Wild's now seven back of Detroit with five teams to climb with 18 games left.