So the closest thing we’ll get to old-time hockey is a couple of old-time teams, which is what we have in this year’s Stanley Cup Finals with the Chicago Blackhawks and the Boston Bruins. They are two of what’s called the Original Six — the six teams that formed the membership of the league for a quarter century after Word War II, and still dominated the playoffs after the NHL went to 12 teams in 1967.
The Bruins took a 2-1 lead in the best-of-seven series by shutting out the Hawks 2-0. A good defensive struggle, but nothing really spectacular — alas, I’m a Chicago fan, so I may be a bit biased. At least this one was done in regulation time, as the first two games needed at least one overtime periods (and the opener took three overtimes).
But nobody has dropped the gloves yet. At this rate, the chances of seeing a Gordie Howe hat trick — a goal, an assist and a fight — are slim.
I guess I’ll have to watch one of the old “Don Cherry’s Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Hockey” videos instead.
Always a bridesmaid. You can’t help but feel for Phil Mickelson.
Perennially one of the most popular players on the PGA Tour as well as one of its best, “Lefty” just can’t seem to get the job done when it comes to the U.S. Open.
He has three Masters green jackets plus a PGA Championship. His best finish in The (British) Open is second place. But at the U.S. Open, he has been the runner-up, or tied for that spot, a record six times.
I thought Sunday would finally be the day he broke through, as he took aim at the wicker baskets at Merion. But it was not to be, as the severe test of golf that is the U.S. Open was simply too much for Mickelson. Another second place finish, this time to Justin Rose of England.
To paraphrase the quote attributed to Mark Twain, another good walk spoiled.