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Mmmm. Smells like HOCKEY. We're just getting towards the real season (as opposed to the hundreds of pre-season games which exist under the polite fiction of being the regular season). Quaere: did they release Miracle now because they didn't expect much of it and just pushed it out into the moviegoing slump time, or because a) it's right near the All-Star game and b) things are ramping up to the playoffs? I wonder. Anyways, that will be the pookies' Valentine's Day activity.

Steve sent me a link to some NHL online magazine whose current issue is all 80s retrospective articles. So, lots of things about Gretzky of course (I HEART Gretzky and wish to bear his children. Yes, it is a very large bandwagon with plenty of room for the hundreds of thousands already on it), but also about the state of play in those days, both strategically and philosophically. I do greatly regret being a latecomer, because I would have loved to have seen the glory days of wide-open, "run-and-gun" hockey. Yeah, there's excitement in the closed, "shut 'em down" flavor in vogue these days--for one thing, it really makes goaltenders like Hasek shine--but I am, let's face it, an offensive type (har har).

I also wandered off into pictures of the old Montreal Forum, with the forest of championship banners hanging from the rafters. Yes, they probably needed a new stadium, but this is like saying "Oh, the Liberty Bell is sorta old, and look at that huge crack in it; let's get a new one!". Feh. I don't really have much emotional connection to the Habs, since they haven't accomplished a damn thing since I started watching hockey, but still. (For the record: Hall of Famer and Habs goaltender Bill Durnan is Steve's mother's cousin.)

I've been having Hockey Hall of Fame flashbacks all morning. I was so ecstatically happy to be there, I was practically in tears. Behold, the pathetic fangirl.