Steven Stamkos and the Lightning off-season

I have a hockey sensei.  You know him as Dr. Milhouse. We didn’t talk much hockey/Lightning playoffs on the website this post-season because a) I was busy slinging drinks nightly to a thousand thirsty, rabid Lightning fans (love you guys!) Continue reading

#DrouinWatch, or How I Learned to Refuse to Play Because My Agent is an Idiot

Meet Jonathan Drouin. 20 years old from the furthest reaches of Quebec. Five years ago, he was drafted to a junior league hockey team in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He made his debut for the Halifax Mooseheads at 17, and got Continue reading

Unfinished business: Tampa Bay Lightning begin quest for the Cup

I’m about to say something I don’t think I’ve ever said before.  Yup, I’m pretty sure these words have never come out of my mouth.  Are you ready? I’m really looking forward to this hockey season.  There, I said it.  Continue reading

My newest bestie: A follow-up to Because Hockey

There’s a scene in “The Cable Guy” where the needy, clingy and downright frightening Jim Carrey tries to secure his fledgling friendship with the far more subdued Matthew Broderick.  It is at that moment that Broderick tells Carrey he “just Continue reading

Better to have loved the Lightning than never to have loved at all

I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Rooting for a winning team has become almost foreign to me or at least it has recently. The Gator men’s football and basketball programs are both rebuilding under two men nobody Continue reading

The long and winding road to a home Game Seven: A play-by-play

Saturday, Apr. 25 11:57 pm – The Tampa Bay Lightning had just lost Game Five at home.  Confidently, I send a text to Dr. Milhouse that reads simply “I want a game seven ticket.”  The odds suggest there is no Continue reading

Sights and sounds from Red Wings-Lightning Stanley Cup Playoffs Game One

I’m no newbie to the NHL Playoffs.  Although I’m much more of a baseball, basketball and football fan, the Stanley Cup has spent some time in the Tampa Bay area.  And what kind of sports fan would I be if Continue reading

Operation Bruin-Puke or How I Spent My Sunday at the Amalie Vomitorium

The following is a true story. I repeat.  The following is a true story. I mention that twice because you won’t believe this actually happened. So fasten your seatbelts.  Oh, and you might want to grab a moist towelette in Continue reading