Puck Bunny as the boys call me...

So my Uncle Stu, the Panther's season ticket holder said to me, "You are good luck, Puck Bunny! I'm going to keep taking you to the games until they begin to lose." Felt kinda nice; demeaning in many ways, but kinda cool. As some of my buddies know, I'm a Panther's fan for a good 4 years now. Through trades, and many losses, and a long lockout, I am still there in the stands with my bottle of Bud, belching with the boys (okay, not out loud at least), and going through the program, looking at the pics of the players deciding which ones would be hottest off the ice (run on sentence, sorry). Most importantly, which player has a full set of teeth. So when I move to Israel, I'm screwed (figuratively, not literally) because they have just established a national hockey team. None of the same dazzling showcases that I have been to over the past 4 years, but real hockey. Fuck, I wish I could skate.

BTW, pretty funny. I went to the Nashville Predators/Panthers game (which we won, not surprisingly cause the Predators suck). Two nights before, my strange favorite, Left Wing #14 Niklas Hagman, was traded to the Dallas Stars in a 7th round draft pick (basically, the Stars had to be paid to take the poor Finnish bastard). In the lobby of the Bank Atlantic Center, numerous hockey memorabilia was being auctioned off including Nik Hagman's game worn jersey. Opening bid was $650. Poor Nik. By the time I left the game that evening, no one had even bid on his jersey. In honor of Nik, here is a pic.


As they say in Finnish, "Hyvästi." Goodbye, Nik. And don't let the man get you down.