Hockey Head Hiatus

The headline should tell you all you need to know.  Yes, it’s true, Hockey Head will be taking a bit of rest for the foreseeable future.  There’s no need to weep, I won’t be disappearing for long.  I’ve taken the opportunity to join The Score as a full-time writer/web producer.  With that said, if you look hard enough you should be able to find my trail of irreverent hockey news and all the latest dick jokes on The Score’s spiffy new(ish) website.

As much as I like to consider myself DIY, I can say with complete confidence that I’m excited as hell to join the already impressive cast of writers and bloggers at The Score.  I’d imagine you’ll find my fingerprints on some posts at Hockey Or Die, where I’m hoping my penchant for the ridiculous provides a nice complement to Jonathan Willis’ statistical smorgasbord.  Should be a hoot.  As well, I’m working on The Break, which essentially plays like a snapshot of the inside of my brain anyway.

So with that, I bid you farewell (for now).  Thanks for being a regular reader of Hockey Head, and to dem racist sons-a-bitches that loved to litter the comment section with trash and call me a hack… suck my stick.

Hot Dogs and Umbergers

The Washington Capitals, your paper champions… hand shaking.

Hot Dog

Hamburger

Hot Dog

Umberger

No More Hot Dogs

Party Time


L.A. Kings Go “Rodney” on Henrik Sedin

The last time someone took a group beating like this in Los Angeles, there was some rioting not long afterward.

Playoff Hockey Haiku for April 20, 2010

I can’t believe I’m actually posting haiku. Anyway, it’s April 20th, which I know for some people that are into certain things often means they celebrate by filling up their lungs with luscious clouds of sweet-sweet ganja smoke.  That picture of the Stanley Cup may have originated from the Dallas Stars’ 1999 Cup celebrations, when “Dimebag” Darrell (R.I.P.) and the boys from Pantera were hanging around. That’s just a guess, though. If I don’t despise myself for doing this I might keep ‘em coming.

Halak was wrong choice
The Caps grinders buried him
No one is surprised

Ovie was not great
He did not need to be great
Habs should Fehr the Caps

Bad penalties hurt
Any chance the Habs comeback?
Price can answer that

Wideman got a goal
But Tuukka Rask stole the show
Vanek still no go

Lots of hits were thrown
Bergeron scored the winner
Miller is alone

Two Czechs dropped the gloves
Sobotka fought Sekera
Nothing landed though

Vancouver scored first
Then L.A. followed with four
They both added more

Something you don’t see
No player who wears the ‘C’
But guy in the crease

Canucks’ net was shits
Physicality was key
Doughty is the tits

Expertgate: From A Different Angle

Excellent recap from Ian Mendes of the events surrounding Andy Sutton’s now web-infamous “So you’re an expert?” response to a Pittsburgh reporter’s question. I thought Mendes was the target of Sutton’s repetitive response upon initial viewing, turns out it was a Pens homer.

I suppose the hit is a non-issue. I had belligerently (read: piss drunkenly) called it an elbow after first viewing the hit, but I guess she was a clean one. Still, at 6’5″ or whatever Sutton stands, he’s bound to hurt a guy or two when he hits.

Is Travis Zajac A Leader Or What?

I make mistakes all the time, but it’s much funnier when a large broadcast conglomerate makes them.  A little tap-o-the-sticks to The Last Angry Fan for this golden goody of hilarious copy editing.  The Devils clearly have the advantage if  Zajac has the stamina to uh, carry his teammates through this series.