The two flashiest players in these Stanley Cup finals are conspicuous by their absence. But only one of them, Pavel Datsyuk, is in street clothes. The other one is actually wearing skates, although compared to the way he usually plays, you'd never know it.
"Are you keeping up with this Jon and Kate thing?" my colleague asked. No, I said. "Everyone's talking about it. It's huge!" Huge is not the same as important. "But it's a reality show!" Particularly true with reality shows. "You gotta watch! It's unbelievable!" No. Sadly. It's very believable. Reality TV has now done what we once feared robots would do. It has created its own world, with its own rules, and now is infecting the very society that created it.
That's the way the puckie bounces   around here.What? You never heard of the famous shoot-it-off-the-boards-and-let-it-trickle-off-the back-of-the-goaltender shot? We use it all the time in Detroit. None of us was surprised when Brad Stuart scored the first goal of the Stanley Cup finals with that old chestnut.What? You never heard of the shoot-it-off-the-boards-and-backhand-it-lightly-so-it-scrapes-off-the-goalie's-leg maneuver? Of course Johan Franzen scored the second goal that way. We have fifth-graders who know that move.
Dear NBC and NHL:I'll begin with a simple question. Do either of you actually like hockey? I think I can answer for NBC (a.k.a. "Nothing But Conan"), because it is clear the network would rather break out in a deadly skin rash than show the Stanley Cup finals on a weeknight.
There was the puck, just sitting there, after all that, after all the blood and guts spilled on the night, after the exhausting 45 previous shots, after the Blackhawks' tying goal that forced overtime, after the banging and swiping and pushing and groaning on every Detroit puck Chicago's Cristobal Huet somehow managed to repel - heck, he stopped the last shot of regulation by flipping up his leg while lying on his stomach! - after all that, are you kidding? The puck just there? Inches from the goal? An open net? All Darren Helm had to do was swing?
I attended a funeral recently. The man who passed away was a renowned religious leader, a wise, respected, accomplished man. During one of the eulogies, I learned a small detail about his life. He had insisted, when his congregation moved to a new, impressive building, on having his office overlook the playground. This way, he could look out the window to see children playing.Now, this man could have picked any spot. He could have looked down on the prettiest landscape, to remind him that he was the boss.
There is only one hockey player when you want to compare Detroit and Chicago - as sports towns, as food towns, as bar towns, and as hockey towns - and you know who he is.Chris Chelios, 47, was born in Chicago and played nine years as a Blackhawk. He now lives in Detroit, where he has played 10 years as a Red Wing. He is the son of a Chicago restaurant owner; and Chelios now owns two restaurants of his own - in Detroit and Dearborn.He has eaten pizza in both towns, drank beer in both towns, done the late-night thing in both towns, and been cheered and booed in both towns.
You can't blame the Red Wings for falling behind in the opening minutes Sunday afternoon. It takes awhile to put your teeth in, slide the orthopedic shoes on and get the walker out of the closet. "With our legs, because we're so old, like everybody says, you gotta loosen up in the morning," deadpanned Chris Osgood. "And we didn't get a chance to do that." He chuckled. Then he put in his hearing aid.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
