That is frowned upon

I heard that was a blog title waiting to happen, so I'm using it. It has no relevance to this blog, so don't look for a connection.

I remembered how to have fun Saturday night. For at least a little while, I didn't have a care in the world. It was great. And the hockey game only had about 25% to do with it.

Speaking of hockey, had I been in the blogger world in my die-hard Wings days, I would probably spend at least part of every blog analyzing something about the game. Or the players. Probably both. But I'm a die-hard fan anymore and I watch games because the game interests me and I want to follow in hopes of finding the passion that flowed so thickly through my veins. I won't deny that working at the Joe burned me out of Red Wings hockey. It opened my eyes to the whole sport and gave me the chance to interact with players I idolized for so many years. They are real people. They have real feelings. I'm not saying that I became best friends with any or all of the team (only with Al), but I saw and talked to them every game. I learned behaviours that are easily recognizable and that reflect who you are as a person. It didn't take long before I knew what the media says or writes about these people is usually horseshit. And it made me sad when I saw a fan so animate in defending a player as nothing but goodness and greatness when they were actually the biggest dick in the locker room. Belief in him or not, trophies on his shelf or not, Hall of Fame bound or not, if the guy is a fool, there is little to make that up. While there is no denying that perhaps at one time he was untouchable and perhaps a pretty darn good goalie, it's my opinion that what he is in real life destroys that. Much like the ass clowns that the Hulls are in real life ruin chances for fans, their talent cannot be denied to them. Do you not like the 1995-98 Colorado Avalanche team? It is only because they were so much like the 1995-98 Detroit Red Wings you could barely stand them. It is not an unknown fact that Wings fans are among the most snobby and horrid group of people in the sports world, so it is hard to draw comparisons. It is hard to accept those comparisons. I used to be one of them, so I know the type of fan that once I was, but I've moved on. My point in all of this: I have my opinons; you have your opinions and sometimes we just won't see eye-to-eye, it doesn't make either of us wrong or right. It just is what it is.

Sometimes I wonder if there is ever a definite moment when something passes from young to old. Is there one specific milestone that upon reaching it, you pass through to the next stage? Today, my Maui Blue Pearl did just that. And while 10,000 miles in four months is far more impressive than 20,000 in eleven, it's still noteworthy.