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Saw this on Wil Wheaton’s blog today.
I was sitting in my bedroom, playing Dark Castle on my Mac while Morrissey sang songs about how nobody understood me.
There was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened.
“Do you have a minute?” My dad said.
“Hold on.” I clicked my mouse furiously, throwing rocks at divebombing birds. I miscalculated and my little adventurer guy Duncan died. It was my fault, and I knew it was my fault, but I sighed heavily and acted like he’d messed me up. I dramatically pushed my hair out of my face and turned around. My dad held something behind his back.
“I found this book that I think you’ll like. It was written by a journalist who would play professional sports and then write about them. He played baseball, football, golf, and ...” he revealed the book. The cover showed a familiar-looking guy wearing a Boston Bruins jersey. “...he also played hockey with the Boston Bruins.”
Three things I love about it: 1) It’s about hockey 2) It mentions Morrissey 3) It’s from someone who was on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Read the whole thing here.
Wil Wheaton is one of my favorite Star Trek-actor-turned-writer-and-geek-blogger-and-voice-actor (ok, so he’s probably the only person who falls into that category, but I have great respect for The Man Who Would Be Wesley Crusher). If you didn’t know, Wil’s also a big hockey fan and the latest post at his blog is all about hockey —how he shares it with his family, his thoughts on Crosby v. Ovechkin, and how he feels about his beloved-but-tortured LA Kings:
This column isn’t really about hockey, but since I’m talking about it already, here’s something I’ve been thinking about for much of this season and all of last season: The NHL has made a big deal about cutting down on fighting, and it seems like the league is working very hard to eliminate it from the game. I think this is incredibly stupid, and makes as much sense as taking the infield fly rule out of baseball; it doesn’t happen that often, and casual fans may not understand what’s going on, but it’s a fundamental part of the game.
Whenever I suffer through yet another a Kings game where they’re just getting their asses handed to them while they continue to dump and chase, over pass, and take stupid offensive zone penalties, I long for Marty McSorley, Ken Baumgartner, or Tiger Williams to come off the bench, play some old time hockey, and get the team (and fans) fired up.
Read the whole thing here. Oh, and for those of you that enjoy my music-related posts, here’s another reason to like Wil—he’s got great taste in music too, and you’ll see references to bands like The Pixies in his writing.
For those of you who don’t know, Wil Wheaton is an actor/writer/blogger/generally cool dude. For sci-fi geeks like myself, we know him as much for his role as Wesley Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation as for his current writing (which bounces between pop culture observations, memoir writing, comic book writing, and tech articles for major websites). Now we know that he can do a kick save too:
When the other guy crossed our blue line, I was already way out of the net, near the bottom of the faceoff circle on my left side. I skated backward with him to force him to shoot on my terms. I guess I was near the crease when I saw him pull his stick back way over his head. “Oh good,” I thought, “he’s just going to try to blast it past me. Those shots almost always go wide, or right into my glove.”
The next thing I knew, there was an explosion in the rink, and a bright flash of light before everything went dark. When the lights came back on, I was on my knees, surrounded by a semicircle of skates. I pulled my helmet off, and watched a whole bunch of blood pour down onto the ice.
“Oh, the way it beads up is really neat,” I thought. Then, “Wait. That’s my blood.”
Read the full post here .