How does this song go? I keep listening to it, and listening to it — the skates stabbing against the ice, the sound of crushed bones walloping the boards, the collective, syncopated breathing.
Notre Dame, the college up here where I’m at, is perennially rated one of the top “jock” schools in America, and truly, I can find boys and girls in their gear going jogging on single-degree nights… but anyway, hockey is a big “ice”-berg tipper in favor of Notre Dame’s sporting prowess. What would Texas have to balance that out, like rodeo?
I just looked at a shot of Indianapolis yesterday during the Notre Dame – IU basketball game; that’s gotta be the ugliest city on the planet. It’s a place that from the looks of it would actually benefit from nuclear waste being rained across every square inch — at least that would provide some UNIFORMITY.
My town, eh, it sorta has uniformity — the entire thing’s a sh**-hole, and then there’s Notre Dame. I actually have a theory that the “townies,” as we’re called, became homosexually attracted to a lot of the Notre Dame men, and became ostracized for that reason, whereas towns like Bloomington offer a much more integrated resident/student experience, and that was actually something I liked about going to school there. I can still picture the soft eyes of the small town girls down there, and the aggressive ways of the do-no-wrong guys who’d be accompanying them as they’d flirt with me in Yogi’s.
One of my last trips to Indy involved a 3-D goggle feeding frenzy, and this overweight chick who wouldn’t shut up about how “hot” she thought Bruce Springsteen was during the Super Bowl halftime show. Man, what those people need is some hockey fan-dom, some deep freezes, and some humility.