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by Bill Burr /
Blog X - Thursday, May 7

The NHL playoffs are the most underrated event in professional sports.  I find it funny that every time some sports show makes a list of the 10 sporting events the NHL Playoffs is never on their radar.

You always hear the same nominees.  March Madness, The NFL Playoffs, October baseball etc.  But there is never any mention of the scramble for the greatest trophy of the 4 major sports.

The NHL Playoffs is pound for pound the best sporting event/tournament of the year.  With all of the players...

Ahhh... who am I kidding?  I’m just trying to write something positive to take away from the sting of watching my Bruins lose in overtime to the Hartford Whalers.*

*(The Hartford Whalers are in the NHL witness protection program.  All I’m at liberty to discuss at this time is that they are south of the Mason-Dixon Line, and are now named after bad weather.)

The Bruins tied it at three late into Game 3 and seemed to have the momentum.  They got the jump in overtime and then out of nowhere the team from “Carolina” (North? South?), scored the game winner, when  Henry Hill tapped in a Sammy the Bull shot/pass in front of the net.  Game Over.

And I really want to sit here and write about how evenly matched both teams are and how incredible the play of both teams has been through the first three games.  I’d love to do that but my team lost. So it’s kind of hard for me to find the love right now.

Alright, I’m going to come right out and say it.  I don’t like hockey teams in the South.  If you can’t play pond hockey, your state doesn’t deserve a team.

I actually lived in North Carolina for two academically horrific semesters.  And because I lived down there, it’s enabling me to put a face to all the joy they must be feeling in the vague region of “Carolina”.

I think that’s what is bothering me most.  I can actually see the 13 people at the Crab Tree Mall that are aware the sport of hockey exists on a professional level, high fiving in the food court area.

I’m going to be straight forward and say it really bothers me that a state with mild winters gets to enjoy top notch hockey.  In fact, I would like to take a moment to address the baker’s dozen of hockey fans that live in and around the Research Triangle.

What do you think, just because you have a couple of 41 degree days in January that you are worthy of existing in the hockey universe?

And don’t even try to hit me with that, "We won the cup in 2005."  Be honest.  When you guys won the Stanley Cup, how many of your older relatives thought it was some fancy spittoon from the 1800’s that was stolen during the battle of Tranter’s Creek, and had finally been returned to it’s rightful owners?

Ok, that was a cheap shot.  I’ll admit it. But whatever. I’m actually glad that you Carolinians are so happy, and you know why?  Cause that’s going to make it all the more sweeter when the Bruins kick your butts in Game 4.

You like that?  This is me slowly backing out the viral sports bar that is internet blogging while letting you know that you will lose the next game.  The Bruins are about to kick your collective college hoop watching BEE-hinds all the way down Hillsborough Street to where that Darryl’s restaurant used to be.

That’s right.... DARRYL’S.  That restaurant that got shut down because they had a rat problem.  Rats.  Just like Henry Hill, Sammy the Bull, and the old Hartford Whalers.

So until Game 4, go order some spaghetti with marinara sauce and complain to Karen when the delivery guy brings you egg noodles and ketchup.  LET’S GO BRUINS!

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Author: Bill Burr | Special to

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