As a diehard Penguins fan the next few weeks were hard; I knew Ray Shero and Dan Bylsma needed to be let go, but that didn’t make it any easier. The “Real Deal” James Neal trade was also expected, though hard to handle. Slowly the days turned to weeks, the Los Angeles Kings celebrated their second Stanley Cup in three years, the draft and free agency came and went, and before I knew it, it was the end of summer and not only had I not written about hockey, I had barely thought about it. I wasn’t really sure how I would react when the season started, whether I would bother to write again or if hockeythoughts19.blogspot.ca would just be another one of those projects that I started only to not finish.
The season opened with a 6-4 win over the Anaheim Ducks. In typical Penguins fashion it was a gong show featuring a blown 3-0 lead and a Corey Perry hat trick, but in the end the good guys won. I was happy, but I wasn’t watching the games with the same zeal I always had. Wins still made me smile, but the losses didn’t sting as much. I knew I had lost some of my passion when I didn’t want to kill every Philadelphia Flyer’s player after the 5-3 loss on October 22 and it made me kind of sad; if the Battle of Pennsylvania didn’t bring out the hardcore fan in me, what would??
The hockey portion of the season continued to progress much in the way you would expect for the Penguins, their roster was getting beaten up and they were somehow still winning most of their games. Marc Andre Fleury was playing lights out, which was a nice surprise, while Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin were once again in the top five in NHL scoring, which was not a surprise. Off the ice, nothing was the way it was supposed to be in the NHL. Twenty year old Olli Maatta was diagnosed with low grade thyroid cancer and missed a few weeks for surgery; Pascal Dupuis got a blood clot and is expected to be out most, if not all, of the season; teams are being ravished by the mumps of all diseases; and Slava Voynov of the Kings was charged with a domestic violence felony for allegedly beating his wife (the details of which are too gruesome even to discuss). There was no shortage of stories to write, I even started to draft a few, but I never bothered to find the time to finish. I figured that "je ne sais quoi" that had always pulled me into the game was just gone. Sure it was fun while it lasted but all good things must come to an end right? Wrong, a last minute decision to attend a hockey roundtable featuring Pierre Lebrun, one of my favourite hockey insiders, is apparently all I needed to reignite the flame.
I don't know if this means I'll write more often, if my day job gives me the time I hope it does, but hearing stories from behind the scenes and in the locker rooms has renewed my love and appreciation for the game, and for now, as I sit watching the first period of the Penguins Avalanche game, that's enough.



