In addition to the Wotton re-signing, previously noted…
It seems as if things like this don’t happen often enough in the sports world, especially the mixed-up world of Silly Season, but the utterly logical has occurred. The Texas Stars, who played this season as a provisional AHL franchise, have become real boys by purchasing the inactive Iowa franchise. Makes too much sense, no? To get the AHL to 30 teams, Austin buys the 30th team.
Elsewhere: Manch and Worcester resume tomorrow, tied 2-2. They won’t end before Friday (and can’t end after Saturday), so Hershey is guaranteed a full week and a half off before the Bears get going in the conference final. The North and West Division finals are both 2-1, with leads for Hamilton and Chicago after tonight’s Game 3s, but they could both end by the weekend if tonight’s winners close things in five. (If not, both series’ Game 7s are next Tuesday.)
Up in Albany, onetime Sound Tigers forward Robert “Bobby” Hughes… Wait, really? One or the other, no? Or at least say later in the story, “known as Bobby when he played for the Rats” or something like that, no? I should start doing that in sports stories. “Lance ‘L.J.’ Hunt scored for St. Joseph nine seconds into the fourth quarter.”
Where were we? Oh, right: Robert “Bobby” Hughes has a trial date. Jury selection begins June 1, the Times Union reports.
Calvin “Calvin” de Haan signed his entry-level contract. He can’t play here next year, anyway, until his junior season is over.
Stephen “Steve” Valiquette appears on his way back to Russia, CSKA Moscow, according to reports.
I laughed. You might have to be around my age to do the same, but so be it.
And RIP, Lynn Redgrave, NASA pad leader Guenter Wendt, Ernie Harwell…
… and my grandfather, Papa Danny, my voice of reason, my biggest cheerleader, referenced here a couple of times. Looked 75; was 98. We brought him home to the Bronx, had a mass in what was his home parish for 33 years, left him Monday with my grandmother up in Westchester. I am out of grandparents. But Saturday, I was set to ride down with my parents. They were a few minutes late. I was grumbling to myself. Where the heck were they? Said 11:30 to 11:45, and here it was 11:45 and they’re still 10 minutes away, grumble grumble…
And then I realized: That’s exactly what he’d be doing. Pop lives on.