This might be one of the most cringe-inducing stories I have ever had forwarded to me.  Every guy who reads the text below will know what I’m talking about.  By the way, the player’s last name is pronounced “PEE-ay”, not “Pie”.

This past week has been an aberration where there are more pictures than text but something was sent to me today that I absolutely have to post.  One of my ex-coworkers, Bree, is a huge hockey fan (along with her husband, Chris, whom I also worked with) and she sent me two photos of the Atlanta Thrashers’ mascot Thrash.  Normally he’s dressed up in standard mascot attire – hockey jersey, hockey pants, hockey socks, etc (see the first picture).  Since last night’s game was near Valentine’s Day, Thrash decided to dress in Cupid attire.  The problem is, it didn’t translate well.  As Bree succinctly put it, “…I guess this was supposed to be the Thrash ...

After last year’s successful promotion where they painted the ice green, the Gwinnett Gladiators hosted three games this past weekend with the ice surface colored pink.  It was a Pink In The Rink promotion for women’s cancer research and the players jerseys were auctioned off after the game to raise money for various related charities.

It’s amazing how little I care about football anymore.  The DVR has really become one of my best friends, but it served an opposite role last night for the Super Bowl.  I honestly fast forwarded through the entire game except the final three minutes, stopping only to watch the commercials.  Much like I put basketball out of my life completely 7 or 8 years ago, football is becoming close to being extinct in my world too and I don’t miss it one bit.  Since I’m still hardcore into two sports, hockey and baseball, I still spend too much time seeing those sports on TV, so me cutting out two sports can only be a healthy thing.

Since you gave us Bears fans such grief this year, consider this.

At least the Bears got to the Super Bowl before losing to a Manning!  And at least we lost to a legitimate Manning, not the "semi-stupid, grass in his teeth, aw shucks, what's this indoor plumbing thing, Poppy?" Manning.

Saturday’s Gwinnett Gladiators game included their annual Teddy Bear Toss.  The previous four years I have been in the penalty box which allows me the ability to get close to the glass behind me to avoid the onslaught of teddy bears being tossed onto the ice after the Gladiators first goal.  This year we were shorthanded for staff for that game so I was the Penalty Timekeeper (this will make sense in a minute, I swear).  The penalty timekeeper sits directly at center ice (between the two penalty boxes) and is the one who talks to the referee on the ice through the ho ...

This is the first time I’ve embedded a video on this blog but I absolutely had to include this insane riot inside an arena at a Russian hockey game this week.  Not only are flares deployed, people are being tossed down rows of aisles.  Look for the guy making an insane “Curly from Three Stooges” gesture with his face and hands.  For you Red Wings fans, note the short footage of Barry Smith, former assistant coach and now head coach of the team in

Dear Atlanta Thrashers Marketing Department,

I know that since the ownership group also known as the Atlanta Spirit also owns the Hawks, the Thrashers always take a back seat in terms of priority.  Heck, dying of thirst seems to be a higher priority than televising your product on a channel that appears to be stuck in a snowstorm.  And I know that since we live in the

For those of you new to the site, during the hockey season I volunteer as an ECHL Off Ice Official for the Gwinnett Gladiators games ('AA' affiliate of the Thrashers).  Most of the time I work in the home penalty box.  In the five years I’ve been doing this, I’ve seen my share of nuttiness, although multi-player brawls are still the exception and not the rule.  Last night’s game was one of those where the game started out normal and then turned nasty near the end.