Friday, October 29, 2010

Modern-day Judas

Betrayal has been on my mind a lot lately.

The over-saturation of the Miami Heat's big three through the duration of the summer has been pretty unparalleled.  Since Lebron's one hour (total bull shit) "decision special" I don't feel like we've really heard about much else.  Every day that the Heat have played, they have been the cover story.  That is, of course, until Carmelo Anthony stated after the first game of the Nugget's season that he felt like it was "time for a change," implying that he wouldn't be re-signing with his current team come free agency and his mind was already wandering as far as the options went.

Are you kidding me?  You're paying these guys money to fly your colors?

I've tried to wrap my head around the situation and the psychology of it.  I understand that there is a huge difference between my life and theirs. A huge difference between me switching majors in college (ten times, all the while nobody else is really effected by it) and Lebron catching a flight down to Miami and never coming back (everyone cares, and an entire state feels like they have been stabbed in the back on national television while the entire world was watching).  Our lives don't level out or match up at all - the one exception maybe is that we are both capable of arming a supermodel girlfriend every time we take to the streets.  But I digress.

My point is, at the end of the day, these are people too.  Albeit very talented and rich ones.  But shouldn't they hold themselves to the same regulations that most decent people do?  I know words like honor and respect are loaded, but if you strip away all the implications I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to understand what I mean.

Go ask Joe Sakic and Steve Yzerman if they would have left their respective teams to join forces elsewhere for "a better chance at a ring."  But that would be a total waste of time.  We all already know the answer.

I've tried to pinpoint a single hockey player that would do this to his city.  Would scheme for an entire season to leave the squad he was playing for for seven years, take his foot viably off the gas during a playoff run, and then announce to the world that he was joining a few of his friends somewhere else without even alerting his team first.

Of the upcoming NHL free agents, I think Alex Semin of the Washington Capitals is a good example.  Especially when compared to Carmelo.  They both are supreme talents.  They can control a game from start to finish with their speed, finish, and vision. 

As long as they are in the mood to do so.  As long as they happen to feel like it that night.

Rumors have been swirling for the last few months that 'melo has already contacted a few other players with the intention of going to the New Jersey Nets once the current NBA season is over - the one that just started on Tuesday.  Could you imagine that being the lead of a hockey story?

Rumors  are abound recently that upcoming Washington free agent Alexander Semin has contacted Martin St. Louis (Tampa Bay) and Brad Richards (Dallas) and discussed with them the possibility of bolting to Edmonton at the end of the season to form a super-team.

That would blow my mind.  And I know I am not alone in that.  In fact, I will bet that you can't find me a single hockey fan that would nod his head and say "yeah, good move there.  I like that."

Every time I read a story about the Heat, or Carmelo it just makes me thankful that most hockey players have at least a little bit of honor and respect for the cities that they play for.  Ask anyone who plays in Montreal or Detroit and they will tell you that they are keenly aware of what they and their team means to their city.

These guys - the Carmelos and Lebrons of the world - they don't seem to have a clue or a care in the world about that.  Hell, Lebron just made a commercial with Nike capitalizing on his recent fall to villianhood.

And every day that passes it becomes more evident.  Lebron doesn't give a shit about you and how hard it was for you to save up for season tickets in the nose-bleeds while Ohio was sank deep into a recession. 

And every day I am more and more thankful that I am a hockey fan.  I am thankful for guys like Duncan Keith and Drew Doughty and Steven Stamkos who play the game it was meant to be played, and aren't obsessed with bringing attention to themselves via a twitter page or a clothing line.

They are soldiers.  That they get it.  And these other prima donna athletes just don't.


Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sparadic thoughts of Jesse's mind

Ummmmmmm. Where is Marian Hossa and why didn't he return for the third period?  (Frank note:  Hossa only took a few shifts in the second period and left the game with what was called an "upper body injury."  When he was hurt, and where he was hurt, and how serious the injury is is not yet clear.  I hope it isn't bad - I have the guy locked up on two of my fantasy hockey squads.)
Get well soon Marian. Dear god please get well soon.
The Blackhawks first game back from a three day vacation was tonight against the Kings. Patrick Sharp is on fire, and a handsome young man. Nine goals so far this season. Hawks win even being outshot. Ending a two game losing streak. Always good to win at home to such a tough team. 
Brian Campbell is ahead of scheldule and already on skates. Once he returns maybe Keith and Seabrook can sit down for more than 10 seconds a game.  (Frank note:  Keith will always play 45 minutes a game.  I think they added horse DNA into his genetics when he was a baby because that dude is a work horse that just does not make mistakes.  Anyone in Chicago right now that would take Kane over Keith?)
Should sticks really break this much?
The NBA Season began to take away what little ESPN time hockey gets.
Dear Patrick Kane,
   Welcome to the third line, now put your mouthpiece in your mouth and do something please.
Antti Niemi is making the Hawks look good. And the Hawks don't look good.
The Minnesota Wild's alternate jersey is much better looking than that weird logo with trees and whatever.
If your 100 million man is watching from the pressbox, shit is seriously caked on the fan. I don't know what is up is New Jersey other than the fact that the Devils suck right now.
Speaking of sucking in New Jersey. You can pick up Nets tickets for as low as .39 cents on Stubhub. People pay more the cheapest thing at taco bell. I spent more on a can of soda. That price blows my mind.
The World Series is underway and no one cares.
So Mel Gibson was supposed to have cameo in The Hangover 2, until the staff voted no. There are so many jokes here. So much racism.
Sony announced they are no longer making Walkmans. 1992 is bummed.


Monday, October 25, 2010

Imagine a hockey bar.

I do this from time to time.  Often, honestly.  I work in a sports bar - a Buffalo Wild Wings to be specific - and live in Indiana.  So needless to say every Sunday the establishment is full to the brim with football fans.  Colts fans, Steelers fans, Bears fans.  All hooting and hollering and berating one another. 

My facebook page is filled with sports comments of all kinds every day.  A friend of mine who is a Yankees fan comes to mind.  She is a legit fan - not the band wagon sort.  She's got the NY tattooed on her hip and splurged her college refund money on a seat from Yankee stadium a few years back when it was torn down, much to her fathers chagrin.  Needless to say when the Yanks failed to make the World Series last week her wall was packed to the brim with friends (?) rubbing her nose in the loss. 

I can't even imagine what her cellphone text inbox looked like.  Sheesh.

Another friend of mine - a Steelers fan - went back and forth with a Dolphins fan in the same fashion for the entirety of what turned out to be a hell of a game yesterday.  I was exhausted just reading the exchange.

Now lets switch gears a bit.  When my favorite hockey team was knocked out of the playoffs last year I heard nothing about.  No one stopped me on the side walk to marvel in my displeasure and suffering.  No one mocked me on a social network site, or even so much as dropped me a quick text after seeing the score of the game on Sportscenter.

Two different worlds to say the least.

Since I was a teenager I'd always wondered - borderline fantasized - about what it would be like to live in a hockey crazed community.  Like Minnesota or anywhere in Canada.  Where you could walk into a sports bar and find a building full of people (gasp) watching, enjoying, and talking about hockey.  It sounds like heaven to a guy who grew up - for lack of better term - in Indiana.  Not exactly a hockey hot bed. 

But then I started thinking about this last night while closing down at work.  How awful could it be as well?

Lets be honest, some sports fans are just ignorant.  I have the luxury of not having to hear any of that ignorance for the most part.  If someone at the bar thinks he wants to get lippy with me about my squad, I can pretty much guarantee I know more about the sport than he does and can drop knowledge on him to get him to shut up and leave me alone and return to his 3 dollar draft light beer.

I promise you that isn't the case for my football, baseball, and basketball counterparts.

So what's better?  Being a one-out-of-a-million hockey fan, surrounded by those who argue about the sport like it were politics (just check out the comments on just about any story posted on  Or being the guy in a community that is associated with the game?

Not to toot my own horn here, but anywhere I go I leave hockey fans in my wake.  Kind of like a hockey Moses or something.  Usually life-long fans too.  And I'm very proud of this.  They see the passion in the game and listen to me yell at the TV and talk about the sport in a way that is foreign to most fans of any other game.  And they want to know why.  They catch the bug, pick a team, and keep up with the sport long after I have moved on.

It's an awesome effect to have on a group of people.

The grass is always greener, I 'spose the saying goes.  But maybe in this case I should be thankful for what I have around me, eh?

A quick sidenote:  ESPN released this weeks power rankings today ( and I found it interesting that the top two teams are in the Central, and every team from the division except for the Blue Jackets were in the top ten. 

I remember when the Central was widely considered the worst division in hockey.  That clearly isn't the case now, and hasn't been for a long while.  Hell, the Jackets are finally finding their game after a slow start and could muscle their way up there as well. 

I'd like to know how the Capitals would do if they had to play Detroit, Chicago, St. Louis and Nashville three hundred times a year instead of Atlanta, Carolina, and Florida.  Of course the Bolts seem to be poised to give the Caps a run for the Southeast crown, but it's a bit early for that kind of talk.

I'm off for some lunch.  Have a good afternoon all ye' faithful.


Sunday, October 24, 2010

Canada is awesome because...

of reasons that can be found beyond that link.  It is what it sounds like.  A chart showing when people in Canada used water during the gold medal game during last years Olympics.  Pretty epic.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Jesse reviews a few games and entertains some entertaining thoughts.

Duncan Keith and Brent Seabrook play about a half hour every night. This isn't good for anyone.
The Chicago Blackhawks are out of shape.
Brian Campbell should be on skates next week.
The rent is too damn high. -

Hawks beat the Canucks in a shootout Wednesday night. Toews and Kane were automatic and Sharp is a good looking man. All three putting the puck in the net during the shootout respectively. Viktor Stalberg and his fourth line scored the Hawks lone goal in regulation in the first. Four game winning streak. Free scarves and a shootout. Can't beat it.

Luongo shit his pants Wednesday. I'm not impressed with the Canucks. The NHL Network have been stoked on them since preseason though.
The four game winning streak was ended in a loss to the St. Louis sads Friday night. Sharp and Seabrook the only hawks to light the lamp. It was a close game just as every other game so far this year. John Scott finally did something useful and got into a fight. He didn't win, but neither did the other person. I was under the assumption that he would fight like Mike Tyson seeing that he can barely skate.
Kaner had his mom fly into Chicago last week when he was sick. You scored the winning goal in the Stanley Cup. Now is the best time for you to look for a girlfriend.
The day after the letter was posted to Turco he waved Seabrook in for a pass. My living room erupted.

Marty Turco is a loyal reader if you weren't already aware.

We are all aware of what Ryan Rypien did so I won't waste your time. The fan spoke to the local newspaper saying that all he said was "way to be professional." That's awesome. He also made it clear that he would be pressing charges. I'm sure at least 3 lawyers talked to him before he left the building. If a player grabbed me like that at the United Center I would be absolutely stoked. Jumping for sheer joy. Rink side seats forever baby. The building may also receive a little bit of the blame seeing they didn't bring out the tunnel for him to walk in. Rypien was suspended six games. Six games is a slap on the wrist.

Speaking of people acting professionally. The punter for the Indianapolis Colts Pat McAfee was found by police soaking wet at 5:30 A.M. Wednesday morning. Homeboy went swimming in the canal in 40 degree weather. He told the police he was soaking wet because it had been raining. It hasn't rained in months in Indiana. I was unaware people went off like this on Tuesday nights. Dude rules.

Pat McAfee parties. Fact.

Ocho Cinco and Terrell Owens have their show on Versus. No Care Ever. They stated on their show that the NHL hits are harder than the NFL hits. They know this because they are smartest men alive.

I thought it was interesting.
In music news the new Killing the Dream album is now up for preorder at - you can also watch a live set.


Friday, October 22, 2010

Rarely am I glad we have Gary...

David Stern recently came out with a list of things he wanted to accomplish with the NBA's new collective bargaining agreement.  It included the following.

-A hard cap
-A 40% rollback in all player salaries
-Unlimited expense deductions
-The elimination of guaranteed contracts

"There's a swing of somewhere in the neighborhood of $750 to $800 million that we would like to change" Stern said in regards to how much he'd like to roll back in player salaries. 

David Stern is clearly insane.

What would your response be if your boss called you into his office and asked you to do the same amount of work for 40% less money just so he could make more?

At least Bettman had the tact to not come right out and say "I don't think our players are worth as much as we're paying them.  I'm going to sit on the laps of the owners and cause a work stoppage.  Whatever it takes to make these 30-some people happy."

So what's my point?  We may be stuck with a lame commish who is not a hockey-man, but at least he isn't an idiot. 

And now we have yet another reason to be glad that we aren't the NBA.  Let me know how the lock out feels next year boys. 

Sports > economics


Thursday, October 21, 2010

Sunday night Football.

It's amazing what a few well oiled, machine like athletes can do to each other in an instant.  They can make spectacular twinkle-toe catches or phenomenal no look drop passes leading to a laser beam slap shots.  They can also end each others careers in an instant.

I wanted to write about this as soon as it happened last Sunday, but I decided to really think about the subject before I just blabbered on for paragraphs and managed to say nothing important or original.  Not that the four days of thought actually did those things.  But I digress.

On Sunday, the NFL saw a rash of head-on collisions that sent shock waves through the league and the sport.  Sportscenter gave their writers three days off, in fact, since they weren't going to be covering anything besides the hits and the NFL's subsequent reaction. 

A can of worms was opened when several players ended up face down on the field motionless due to devastating hits.  And the NFL didn't waste any time acting.  They touched up their rulebook.  They handed out fines.  Big ones.  One of the players involved is even considering retirement.  From guilt!  Could you imagine Matt Cooke saying in an interview that he was considering retirement after one of his disgusting plays?  No.

Could you imagine the NHL responding with the same haste and heavy-as-a-hammer response?

How many players ended up cheek down on the ice before the NHL bothered to hold a meeting?  Ask David Booth.  I'm sure he was counting the days - granted he could count past three after this hit at the beginning the season last year.

Crushed.  The only thing left after that hit was a buy-low option for fantasy hockey players who were in a dynasty league.  A good, young player hit high and dirty by another good, young player.  And what did the NHL do?  Diddly squat.  Nadda'.  Nothing.  I don't remember there even being a damn statement. 

The NFL, on the other hand, didn't miss a beat.  They dropped punches onto the heads of the players who were breaking their rules and, more importantly, hurting people.  No nonsense.

The league full of clowns like Terrel Owens - the kind of athlete hockey fans are proud not to have grabbing headlines - reacted better, and with more accuracy than the bureaucratic mess that is the NHL and the NHLPA.

I guess to some degree I just wanted to give credit where credit was due.  Kudos to the NFL front office for not hesitating.  Some people are saying that maybe the reaction was a bit knee-jerk.  But I'd rather have people accusing my league's commish and co. of being too quick on the trigger than wondering if they are even paying attention at all.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Jesse comes out and unvails his favorite squad.

To start this post I would like to remind you all that Marian Hossa is a beast. Period.
In these past few weeks he has been unstoppable.

We all love big hits. The NFL and UFC is absolutely huge right now. People love to see people get rocked. Even I love to see a good fight now and again. Nothing changes the
momentum of a game like a nobody on your team winning a fight. The main difference between a fight and a blindsided head shot is the fight is controlled. Everyone knows what they are in for and it can be ended at anytime.

A hit from behind sucks. Across the board. If you the opposing team does it, it's the biggest deal in the world. If your team does it you make sure the floor is still there and look to change the subject.
The suspensions and fines are legit. They are deserved. No one likes losing money, no matter what country you were born in. The only reason I don't park in handicap spots is because I don't want to pay the fine. The hits will decrease.

As Frank stated this is not yesterdays hockey. These guys are huge and they been playing hockey since they could tie their skates. They know how to hit. In this day and age we know too much concussions and head injuries. Imagine these guys not wearing helmets these days. It could be fatal. We cannot eliminate hard hits because it is a part of the game, but we can not let it get out of hand.
These suspensions must stay consistent.
Niklas Hjalmarsson was suspended two games for a hit on Jason Pominville of the Buffalo Sabres. Hjalmarsson's first game back was against the Sabres. A Buffalo player knocked the glass out of the boards looking to land a big hit. I'm sure the boys in suits saw the drama coming. Pominville has yet to return from Hjalmarsson's hit.

Moving on, the Stanley Cup champions were off to a sluggish start with a loss to the large amounts of falling snow and the Wings of Red. Losing your entire defense will do that to a team. Luckily Hossa has been playing out of his mind and Patrick Sharp has a pretty good relationship with the back of the net. Duncan Keith and Brent Seabrook can't keep playing the amount of minutes they have been.

Nick Leddy was sent to Rockford this week which I found strange seeing that John Scott is the worst player in the league. Boynton knows the exact time we do not want a penalty and commits a delay of game. Last and not far from least everyone is aware Cullimore just isn't that good.

Dear Marty Turco,
     The last I checked you're getting paid to be the goalie. Please stop straying so far away from the goal.
   - Everyone.

Corey Crawford is solid backup. Rockford has treated him well.

My main concern right now the Chicago Blackhawks are conditioning and defense. Bickell won a fight last night. It seemed to pump them up a bit to pull the overtime win over the St Louis musical notes. Last season they out skated everyone. The blondes and Bacardi's over the summer didn't treat the stamina too well.

That's enough Blackhawk talk for now. I just don't get to talk about them very often.


Monday, October 18, 2010

My name is Jesse. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Frank here, again.  In all honesty this blog came about from the encouragement from a few friends.  Of course.  But during a text exchange with my friend Jesse last week I decided I was going to take a run at it.  He said a few things that clicked, and made me feel like it was worth a shot.

As it turns out, Jesse is a decent writer and a good friend.  Since he helped talk me into this (finally) and came up with the name for the blog and aided in the development of our concept, he gets to post as a contributor.  Just pretend we're, with more than one writer about the same thing. 

I mean, it's only a matter of time before we get there, right?

So with no more introduction, the following is Jesse's first post.  An introduction, much like my first post was.  Enjoy.


Life has a very interesting way about it. People also have interesting ways about themselves. People generally think they know what is best for any other person that is willing to listen. I am also guilty of this. As I get older I realize these things. I plan to write about the things that I learn in life that I feel as though are important and or may be useful to someone else. As I stated earlier, you know what is best for you, I am full of mere suggestions. Keep in mind that I am an idiot, and I am asshole.
Another thing I plan to write about is sports. I have loved sports since I was young. The thing I love the most about sports is the companionship and the passion. Everyone wants to be a part of something. Being a sports fan is something everyone can be a part of. No matter what the sport almost everyone has a favorite team. The feeling you get when you realize you and another person have the same favorite team is incredible.
To my understanding this will be a hockey based blog. Let it be known that Frank's hockey knowledge is probably at least triple that of mine. It can be said I am a little more than a casual hockey because I know a lot about one team. My knowledge outside that one team is very little, But my love for that one team is very great. You will figure out the team soon enough. I have been studying up on my hockey this season already for this blog and to be able to keep up with Frank.
My contributions to this blog will probably be inconsistent as with everything else in my life. Some weeks may have two or three and others may have none. Some days I may just feel like playing Call of Duty instead.
Frank probably does not remember any of this so it is more than likely news to him as well. The first time I met Frank was while he was working at the Tecumseh Dining Hall while we were both attending Vincennes University. The only reason I spoke to him was because he was wearing a Red Wings hat. I asked, "You a big Red Wings fan?", in my mind I was thinking 'Detroit Sucks.' I'm sure his answer was yes, I didn't care at the time. Later on we both worked at our local Buffalo Wild Wings where we became friends. I generally learn and can respect Frank's opinions on things or else you wouldn't be reading me type this right now. 
My name is Jesse. It is a pleasure to meet you.


Boom! Head shot.

The NHL recently suspended the Coyote's captain Shane Doan for 3 games in response to a hit delivered to the head of Duck's forward Dan Sexton.  The hit can be seen here: 

In case you were wondering, yes I did just teach myself how to create a link.  Just to save you loyal readers (still three, I believe) a few clicks.  You're welcome.

I counted two seconds.  Go back and watch, and count how long the puck is off Sexton's stick before he catches a shoulder across the side of the face.  Now rewind that, and watch what the honorable Shane Doan is looking at while the play is developing.  At no point does he seem particularly interested in where the puck is.  Sexton passes the puck.  Doan's head doesn't follow the play.  He hoans in on Sexton and clips him.  That was the intent from the time Doan's squad turned the puck over in the O-zone on forward.  He was a heat seeking missile, regardless of where the puck or play was.

Good play Shane.  Stay classy.

There are two arguments I can see stemming from the league's suspension of Doan.  I'll address them both.

1.  Finish your hits.  I get it.  I love hockey, probably more than you do it that's your honest thought.  This isn't 1967 and players are no longer normal size.  These are athletes, to degrees we hard working folk can't understand, and hit way harder these days than we can fathom. 

There is the flow of the game.  And then there are rules - rules that have been implemented to keep everybody safe.  Not just the guy you're blindsiding.  But you too.

Hitting is a part of the game.  I know.  I...  I know.  How's this for a hit?  That's the ticket.  The defenseman, in this case Nick Kronwall, read the play, stepped up, and crushed Havlat who was staring at his feet.  Kornwall didn't leave his feet.  He hit a player head on who had his head down.  Doan didn't do that.  Doan came from the side, had zero intention of following the puck, play, or money considering it will cost him around 70 grand, and leveled another player who didn't know he was there.

Now, obviously Havlat didn't see the hit coming, but that is because he had his head down.  (How old was he during that game anyway?  12?  Isn't that the first thing they teach you?)  Sexton, on the other hand, was watching the play develop after making a pass and had no idea Doan was coming.  So...

Boom.  Head shot.


2.  Sexton shouldn't have been admiring his pass. 

Yeah.  Whatever.  He watched the puck go stick to stick for about a second and Doan trucked him another second later.  If this is your thought process, watch less Don Cherry and maybe think logically a bit more.  Start thinking about if this is the reputation you want your game to garner across the board.  If you want each team to have 3 or 4 players on the IR at any given time, maybe you should go watch baseball.

These are favorite athletes on favorite teams.  No one wins when players go down because of dirty hits.  Did I give a crap when Eric Lindros lost his career to head-on collisions?  No.  Keep your head up.  But that does not apply to these hits from behind.

These hits aren't hockey.  They are total crap, and they make me angrier and angrier every time they happen.  This isn't our game, no matter what a few alleged "purists" (code word for stubborn old men) insist.

So, to some extent, kudos to the NHL - just this once - for increasing these suspensions.  We've gone from a $2,500 fine, to a two game suspension, and on to a 3 game suspension.  I like that they are jacking the dosage here.  Doan will be missed for three games, make no mistake about it.  If they miss the playoffs by one or two games (Ask the Rangers about that) we may very well look at this suspension as a turning point in their season. 

Maybe, just maybe, by the time the year 3000 rolls around these guys will get the point.  These dirty hits aren't ok.  You're hurting people. 

Stop.  Doing.  It.


Friday, October 15, 2010

Hockey, Life, and what to Expect

Life has an interesting way about it.  Obviously I am not reinventing the wheel of thought here when I state this.  But that doesn't make it any less true. 

When I was a kid my dad decided to redo our basement.  Needed a closet.  So he wanted to build one.  Drywall and what not.  Probably a few beers.  The works.  Or was it?  You see, my father was building in an iTuneless, iPodless time (insane to even think we ever existed without these things, right?) and he had to rely on a radio! *cue the dramatic, static filled music*

As the Hockey God's would have it, only one station came in on my dad's radio down in our basement:  an A.M. station carrying an IHL team called the Cincinnati Cyclones (  My dad - a lifelong baseball fan - discovered hockey.

Needless to say, he passed this on to his young son.  ...  Yes.  That would be me. And I took it.  Apparently like I'd never took to anything in my adolescent years.  I never loved basketball (short), and you couldn't pay me to play baseball (boring) or chase a soccer ball around a field (asthma).  But you put a stick in my hands and I'll disappear for hours.

This story could obviously go on.  I could talk about my first hockey games and going to Cincinnati Mighty Ducks games and playing and playing and playing.  But that isn't what you're here for.  What I want you - all three of you! - to know is that hockey isn't like a hobby to me.  It's integrated into the fabric of my person like a profession or a title like brother or husband might be.  Not all hockey fans are like this.  I'm here for the ones who are.  Who understand that a person plays the sport the way they live their lives.

There's a short bio, I guess.  Other important things include the following:

I hate Matt Cooke.
I love the game more than any one team.
Every year I pull for one underdog team - usually the Buffalo Sabres and the Blue Jackets (thanks dad).
I think Chris Stewart and Drew Doughty should form a super-hero crime fighting duo.
I always crank the sound whenever we get a live game from a Canadian venue.  The anthems are astounding.
Gary Bettman is a business man.  Not a hockey man.
We don't need two teams in Florida.  Move one to Winnipeg. 
Winnipeg should have a hockey team.

I think that about does it for now.  I plan on being a very active poster - at least once a day, but hopefully two or three times.  So check back, and tell all your friends to come check it out!

Be well, and good luck.