As I get older, things seem to get simpler... or maybe I am just prone to see more patterns; patterns I recognize.
First off, let me state that in Presidential politics, Hillary is my gal. This is the case for any number of reasons, not the least of which is that I've yet to find one person, including the most ardent Obama supporter who thinks that he'd actually make a better president. Like any Democrat, he's surrounded himself with incredibly intelligent staff and would make an excellent president on that basis alone. My only reservation in pulling the lever for Hillary will be the realization that I am voting against Zbigniew Brzezinski, of whom I'm a big fan.
But I'm here today to talk about hockey.
After yesterday's primary, there has been a lot of talk about the downside of a prolonged Democratic slug-fest and the implications for the ultimate nominee. Here's my take:
The 2007 Stanley Cup playoffs (that's the SuperBowl of hockey for the non-Canadians) pitted the Ottawa Senators (no relation, but an interesting coincidence) against the Anaheim Ducks (awful name for a hockey team). The Ducks beat the Senators despite, in my humble opinion, the Senators being a much better team.
Sure the Ducks had better individual players. They had a pair of insanely talented brothers, a Finn who was willing to die to win the cup and one bruiser who belongs in a Moosejaw prison... but Ottawa had a team. A beautiful, cohesive team the type of which the NHL hasn't seen since Gretzky and Kurri led the Oilers. But the Ducks still wailed on them.
Why, you ask? History. Ottawa was so good that they walked through the semi-finals with the Buffalo Sabres, then took 10 days off. Anaheim, on the other hand had to fight their way through the Detroit Red Wings, 10 time champions and one of the most consistently dangerous and talented teams in the NHL, then turn around and play Ottawa two days later.
You see where I'm going? The best thing in the world for the Democrats is some blood in the water. I am overjoyed to see John McCain taking his 10 days off; getting a massage from his trainer after a quick cardio workout; using the nautilus rather than the free-weights. And equally overjoyed seeing Barack and Hillary sharpening their teeth on each other.
Brzezinski would love it and so do I. Tell me politics isn't the ultimate contact sport.
Makes me wish I was running.