New Year’s Traditions
By Ah, the first post of the New Year’s–happy 2006 to you all.
Somebody suggested in comments that the really pathetic thing to do on New Year’s would be to have taped the Bork hearings and saved them for tonight. But of, course, I wouldn’t do such a thing! After all, the Battle of Alberta was on. Actually, in all candor, to a perhaps even greater extent than lemurgrrl I really don’t give a shit about New Year’s Eve; I never feel compelled to do anything if I don’t feel like it. But I do have a tradition: since I’m in NYC, this will (work stoppages and game-free 1999 aside) be the first year since 1985 when I didn’t attend a Flames game on New Year’s Eve.
(BTW, the “CBC After Hours” post-game show–doesn’t that sound like it would involve showing soft-core porn dubbed from the original Danish?–had the most bizarre choice in a poll evah. The question was the best trade in Flames history, and one of the choices was…the Flames’ trade of Brett Hull? Now, I’m not really inclined to gnash my teeth about that one two much, since Ramage was pretty solid in the Cup year and when you win the banner never comes down etc., but when you trade 700 goals for a year and a quarter of a decent #4 defenseman and a backup goalie, the more relevant question is where it ranks in the worst trades in professional sports history…)
Well, I’d better get going–they’re probably up to the Thomas hearings on C-SPAN 3 by now!