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"The quiet ones are the ones who change the universe . . . The loud ones only take the credit."

Londo Mollari, In the Beginning

Ah, Spring.

When a young man's fancy turns to love.  That's as maybe, but Spring is when the NHL's (and for the most part, my) fancy turns to the All-Star Game.  Of course it's supposed to be the gathering of the best and the brightest that professional hockey has to offer.

You see it coming, don't you?

Yes, this is almost a retread of things I said two weeks ago.  I could call it the "East Coast Hockey Media Conspiracy."  Then again, it wasn't the media that stuffed the ballot boxes fatter than Expo's cheeks at an all-you-can-eat hamburger buffet. 

I could scream again.  But why?
I could hit every BBS and post something to show everyone the error of their ways.   But why?
I could write on this for the rest of the season.  I know, it looks like I'm gonna do that as it is, but this is the last time.  I promise.

I think I've finally reconciled it.  OK, so last year's Selke Trophy winner, Jere Lehtinen is obviously not playing well enough to beat out Marco Sturm of the Sharks for a spot on the World team.  I guess that's the way it is.   We can just keep Jere here with our 27-7-7 record and league leading 61 points.   We'll just keep going like we're going.

So the East Coast Media thinks we yell "Yee-ha!!!" and throw out cowboy hats into the air after every goal:  Fine.   Maybe they even think that we think a hat trick is when the puck comes flying over the glass and we catch it in our ten-gallon hats.  That's OK with me.

As long as we keep doing what we're doing here, we'll quietly bring Lord Stanley's Cup to the Lone Star State.

Maybe they'll notice then.

"Get out the A-1 sauce, I'm done."