Wyatt Smith comes back to Springfield and does, you know, all right. Nothing special, just two goals and nearly a third off Rob Collins’ takeaway in the third. Oh well. No hats. The first was a weird kind of bang-bang play. Harlan Pratt gave the puck away behind the net to Masi Marjamaki. Marjamaki redirected Read More
Philly, the town that brought us both the nightly, obligatory playing of the theme to SpongeBob SquarePants, and also fans who would boo motherhood, apple pie and Santa Claus, has found a way to combine the two. Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? “Hey! Ref! You! (slang: are objectionable or inadequate)!” Ah, Justin Read More
It’s here! No wonder I look more rundown than usual. Yes, it’s the return of Sound Tigers Weekly, a much more impressive sight in print (D7) than online. That’s the result of the work of copy editors and designers past and present, who get a tip of the hat here. The lead feature this week: Read More
Justin Papineau will have the surgery sooner than later and will miss most of the season. Story in the morning. On the brighter side, Justin Mapletoft landed on his feet in Sweden with struggling Sodertalje SK. The city is just southwest of Stockholm.
Just sitting here waiting for the tape to rewind (Treehouse of Horror LXXVI or so), and a commercial comes on for the tri-state dealers of a certain brand of automobile. The spot uses the song “Thank You Very Much.” (Something like “thank you very much, thank you very much/It’s the nicest thing that anyone’s ever Read More
Ah, the glamorous life of a writer. After writing the gamer, driving home from Albany, spending a few hours with the family and then getting changed, it somehow popped into my head that I had miscounted games. A minor point to the story off Saturday’s game will be the nine second periods that Bridgeport had Read More
You know how much gets lost in a game like this? I had about 28 percent more space in the paper than usual, and stuff STILL gets lost. OK. Second period: 31 shots. I’m still dizzy. I can’t imagine how shell-shocked our friendly neighborhood Goal Judge must have been, ’cause I’m pretty sure that was Read More