One minute you have Ron “the Snake” MacLean rambling on about his sister’s kid in Oakville marrying a deli owner who used to be an Olympic-level curler, who makes the best pancakes he’s ever had.
The next minute you have Jennifer Botterill campaigning to make face washes a suspendible offense and crying about violent actions performed in an inherently violent sport in which everyone who plays does so by their own volition.
Finally, no Social Justice Night in Canada would be complete without Kelly Hrudey trying to score some leftist points by going on and on about his or a player’s “mental health”.
HNIC was an institution—something Canadians once considered a highlight of their week. It introduced a lot of Americans to Canadian hockey culture from afar. It had a captive audience during the first intermission, when one of the most entertaining figures in NHL history, Don “Grapes” Cherry, would shoot straight from the hip with amazing and insightful hockey analysis that has not since been matched.
Today, that same program stands as a source of embarrassment for the same fans that once made it the institution it was.
The worst part is that it doesn’t have to be this way. HNIC could be resurrected by simply hiring the correct analysts for their audience—a task so easy that a child could do it.
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PRIDE MONTH SPECIAL
Members of the Alphabet Community pay full price on everything! I have decided to do my part and treat you all equally. So enough with shoving your pedo cult down our throats and enough with the flags, parades, painted sidewalks etc
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@OilersNation Klimt was too drunk and stoned to play during regular play so they benched him. Eventually he sobered up while everyone else dead tired. They put him on the ice and he was a magician