September 25, 2013 @ 08:09 pm 🔗 Post Link
health, hockey, Buffalo Sabres, Shanabans
It was my first ball hockey night last evening in several months. Naturally I was expecting pretty nasty post-game aches and pains. Yes, I’m certainly feeling some tightness but it isn’t as bad as I was anticipating. Perhaps the epsom salt soak saved the day? I did try to do some jogging prior to the game maybe that shocked my body awake? Anyway, we play in small school gym. There are no windows, no fans and no ventilation. It gets ridiculously hot. I’m sure if we found another option to play in we would take it. Some guys were even saying they can’t catch their breath due to the heat. Our goalie became so hot he had to stop playing in net. Needless to say, everyone comes out of a night a soaking mess. It does feel good to be doing something however.
The rulings from the NHL Director of player safety came down for the incidents at the Leafs/Sabres game. Yes, the Shanabans. Once again the NHL ruling are an incomprehensible steaming pile. So Kessel got the rest of pre-season off. What does that mean? It means nothing. Players aren’t paid for pre-season, so really Kessel got a vacation. If Shanny thought he did nothing wrong give him zero games. If Shanny thought he should be held accountable for swinging his stick multiple times like a little bitch even after another player had engaged Scott then he should have got 2 or more REGULAR SEASON games. The actual ruling, like nearly every ruling from the NHL, is baffling. I guess it sends the message that it is okay for star players to wildly swing their sticks like Paul Bunyan. Unreal. Equally baffling are the fines for Sabres coach Rolston for player selection and team conduct. I guess coaches no longer have real say in who they put onto the ice. Shit like this makes me worry about the future of the league. These toothless, embarrassing rulings which are suppose to protect the players on the ice, over and over say the opposite. What has to happen for real discipline to occur? I shudder to think. Sigh.
Joined the work 6/49 pool. It would be nice to win a big bunch of money.