Well OK. The Indiana Pacers thumped the Miami Heat in Game 6 to send the series back to South Beach for a deciding Game 7. A lot of people are happy about that. Certainly the Pacers themselves, because they've got a shot, though likely slim, of moving on to the NBA Finals where the San Antonio Spurs await the winner. The TV people like it because they get to hype a Game 7 and the ad rates just went up. Cha-ching. And had Miami won Game 6 to close out the series, obviously there would not have been a Game 7. Another contest means another sold-out arena at playoff ticket prices. Chalk up a few more million bucks for somebody somewhere.
The eastern variety of the NHL playoffs, featuring the Boston Bruins vs. the Pittsburgh Penguins, showed some hockey in Game 1 that's very exciting. Somewhat surprisingly, the Bruins waltzed into Pittsburgh and defeated the Penguins 3-0. Pittsburgh's a high-octane team with a lot of very skilled players that can score goals in bunches. But man, how those guys got after each other. Up and down the ice they went, and every chance a player got to make a serious hit on an opponent -- he did so -- big time. Sure, these guys are in great shape, but if they keep up the same pace in subsequent games -- this could be a war of attrition. It's hard to believe that sort of action can continue without a few guys getting hurt. Somebody has to blink. Watching those two teams play makes what I remember of the Red Wings look like they were in slow-motion, and couldn't come close to matching the physical play all over the ice. How that series will play out is anybody's guess -- but wow -- it's going to be rock-em sock-em, really fast, and let it all hang loose.
On a personal note -- I'd like to say hello to a certain Pastor Crumm, who I've been told will be shown this article. With all due respect, through no fault of his own, I humbly suggest the good Reverend finds himself in a situation that is even more fast and furious than the hockey being played between the Bruins and Penguins. He could be body-checked and taken down at any minute. That's because he has a certain parishioner in his fold named Jan. One never knows how she might act. A little mistake here or there and -- POW-- Pastor Crumm might find himself flat on his back wondering what hit him. Like a hockey player, he would be wise to keep his head up when that girl is sitting in his congregation. Such are the perils of the cloth, I suppose. Tough job sometimes.
Seems to me they made a movie about Anne Sullivan, the mentor of Helen Keller. Tell ya what, Pastor. If you can do something with Jan, you will TRULY be the miracle worker.
Of course, all this is said in jest, but I'm putting my yorkies on high alert anyway. One never knows when some people might come-a-calling. Better to be on the safe side.
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