A Mid-Atlantic resident virtually all of my life, I can’t quite just dial-up delivery of a white Christmas, but is it too much to ask that it be cool enough on Christmas Eve so as to mandate riding to mom’s with my Jeep Wrangler top up? I haven’t heard yet where this December ranks among the warmest in Washington history, but I’m pretty sure I don’t need to. It’s simply unacceptable. If I want windbreakers and Bermuda shorts on Christmas, I’ll move to the Carolinas.
Meanwhile, to listen to the cable news talking heads these days, all is woe for the hearty residents of Denver, CO. They’ve had to shovel lots of snow this month. Two doozies of snowstorms, fairly close together, have hit them. Imagine living in or near the Rocky Mountains and having to shovel snow!
This is not a treatise on global warming-vs.-cyclical warming and cooling periods. I have an opinion on the matter, but all that’s germane here is that I’m miserable and there’s nothing Alexander Ovechkin can do about it, much less Bob Ryan.
You see, it’s important in winter to have winter. When we don’t, it seems to me, we’re doubly reminded that “Washington isn’t a hockey town.” But for me there’s additional angst: I suffer from acute seasonal affective disorder — just not the kind commonly alluded to. I actually get grumpy when the mercury reaches 40 any time in December. And when the television weatherwrongs and their anchor colleagues gloat and cackle over our Haiti-like holidays, I actually wanna sock ‘em in the jaw.
Why are they gleeful over aberational conditions? Are they anti-sledding? Anti-shinny? Don’t they know that it’s scientifically established fact that ice skating dates featuring hand holding and foot rubbing are 47 times more romantic than movie theater outings? Don’t they know that Washington is genuinely one of the most beautiful cities on the planet under a fresh blanket of snow?
By now you know that the Caps practiced outdoors here recently. The wonder is that they didn’t drown. Continue reading ›











Here’s a great opportunity to continue the season of giving and get something back in return. On January 4th, the Caps will be holding a blood drive in the Dewar’s Clubhouse at Verizon Center from noon until 6. Those who participate will receive two tickets to a Caps game.
This past Wednesday, the city of Pittsburgh stunned Pennsylvanians generally and the hockey fans there most particularly, and most especially NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman, when the mulleted town fathers voted to award a $50 million slots license to Majestic Star Casino. Majestic’s was considered a super long-shot bid to win the license. Worse for Pittsburgh’s hockey fans, the award dealt a defeat to the application by the Isle of Capri, whose bid included the promise to cough up a cool $290 million to fund construction of a brand new arena for the Penguins.
Five years into his development with the Washington Capitals defenseman Steve Eminger invites the most discomforting of questions by fans and team officials alike, among them this: just what kind of defenseman is he?
This week a band of clever Caps’ fans on the team’s message boards designated this Friday night “
And some French Canadians wonder why the rest of the hockey world regards them as whiners!
























