A much sunnier Sunday

I fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning watching very, very old Stanley Cup Finals games on NHL Network in my hotel room. When I got to sleep, Game 6 of the 1975 finale between the Flyers and Sabres was showing. I slept in and out of the Canadiens clinching the championship in 1976 (vs. Flyers) and 1977 (vs. Bruins), and by time I was in the shower, it was 1978, another Habs-B’s matchup.

Sadly,, Montreal and Boston can no longer meet in the playoffs past the quarterfinals, thanks to the NHL’s divisional-based playoff format it adopted last season. The 1977 and 1978 finals series were during a from 1975 through 1981 where the playoffs were seeded based upon overall record regardless of conference and division affiliation. In those days, Montreal and Boston were both in the Price of Wales Conference, but in different divisions, the Canadiens in the Norris and Bruins in the Adams. Montreal won four consecutive Stanley Cups from 1976 through 1979, and in the finals in the other two years, they defeated two other teams they can no longer face for the Cup, Philadelphia and the New York Rangers. In that era, the Flyers and Rangers were not only in another division, but the opposite conference, the Clarence Campbell.

I left the Overland Park Marriott just before 10, which gave me time to detour south to The Cheesecake Factory. I was in a generous mood, so I picked up a piece of red velvet cheesecake each for Lisa and Liz. Needless to say, they were thrilled. I was glad I could do that for them. I felt really bad after saying those things to Liz yesterday, and then worrying Lisa on Facebook. Then again, sometimes it’s great to nice things for people you really care about. And who care a lot about you. I didn’t even get a piece for myself. Maybe later, or maybe I’ll get my QuikTrip pretzels. I am low on gas.

Just went through an intense round of Buzzztime’s Countdown. I needed every one of the 14,373 points I scored, because two other players were on my tail. But I never lost the lead, never lost my cool, and ended up third in the nation. This game isn’t going so well, but I’m distracted, and I’m alone anyway.

There are three fantasy footall drafts taking place at Buffalo Wild Wings right now. I might be joininga league with employees from the B-Dubs at Zona Rosa. The closest I came to joining a league was in 2005 at Delgado Community College, but Katrina ripped those plans apart.

A report on NFL Network just blared Rams quarterback Sam Bradford tore the ACL in his right knee AGAIN. He’s out for 2014. Hope nobody in the fantasy drafts picked him.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on August 24, 2014, in National Football League, NHL, Personal and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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