Frankly, Scarlet, ice hockey just leaves me cold. I’ve tried to like it, at least so Raleigh could have a major league something, but I just can’t get my mind around it. Now I know why.
A photo caption on the sports section cover in the Oct. 14 News & Observer finally made me understand. Skating around on the ice were nice young men with names such as Schlemko, Vrbata, Ribeiro, Ekman-Larsson, and Ruutu: fellows who grew up where the ponds freeze. This was not the roster for the Elm City-Pinetops boys basketball game. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against people from cold places. How could we survive without Manitoba, Minnesota or Iceland?
And I must admit, some of my closest friends – even blood kin – sit before the television or even pay money for tickets and claim that what they’re watching is very interesting. I do not dispute with them because I was taught to respect the dignity of every human being. But what my heart sees is just guys with sticks, sliding around, whacking wildly and occasionally having a fist fight.
Yes, it’s the national sport of Canada (nice folks), but give me good-old football, basketball and baseball!
E.T. Malone Jr.