Hockey, Eh.
G’day, eh. It’s Saturday in the middle of October. The Leafs are on the ice tonight, playing those bums from Pittsburgh (right… bums because my wife loves them and our teams only play two or three times a year, so I’ve got to take my shots when I can.)
It will actually be (I think) a good game to learn a little something about hockey from. You see, the Toronto Maple Leafs and Pittsburgh Penguins both resemble famous individual athletes.
The Pittsburgh Penguins resemble Tiger Woods. Incredibly talented, lots of finesse, able to pull off things that seem impossible. Prone to be streaky, because occasionally they get injured or struggle with overcoming brute force, but… if you’re going to lay money down on someone, they’re the ones to bet in favor of.
The Toronto Maple Leafs, on the other hand, resemble Hulk Hogan. Hulkamania. The Hulkster. Hulkmeister. Hulkaroni. Seriously… they’ll make up a reason to fight, they’ll brute force everything they can, and talent… well, talent is for people who have it. Talent is for the people we beat up. We don’t need no stinking talent.
Of course, there’s a chance that the hulkster will beat Tiger tomorrow night. If Hulk gets him in the corner and Tiger can’t use his abilities to do what he does best, the body slam will be thorough.
Chances are, though, that Tiger outwits and outplays hulkster and walks away with all Hulkster’s money in his pockets.
Bad metaphor? You bet!
