I saw this article earlier today and was blown away by how bad it was. I don’t expect the New Yorker to be a leading voice on sports, but good god, they could at least get someone who has watched a game before to write their articles. And since I didn’t have anything better to do this morning, I decided to break it down FJM style. (Yes I am petty, and no I don’t care.)
Hockey Without Rules
What more is there to be said about the plague of violence in hockey this spring?
That it’s nothing new? That if you actually paid attention to the game in the past you’d know that this has been an ongoing issue that has been debated and argued to death and not a “plague” that just randomly popped up in the last couple weeks?
Last Sunday, after watching my suddenly resurgent—should that be insurgent?—Chelsea Blues come back and beat Tottenham to make one more F.A. Cup Final,
Ugh.. fuck this guy. He didn’t even make it to the second sentence in an article about hockey before he mentioned European soccer and HIS Chelsea Blues.. Oh please enlighten us with your wisdom as you are clearly more cultured and learned than we North American swine!
Wait, he was born in Philly and grew up in Montreal, so that means he’s actually just some bandwagon douche that has selected a (highly successful) team to support based, I’m assuming, on his affinity for scarves. I’ll lay 2-1 that this article was written on a fucking typewriter.