Everything Else

As we await more news, it’s probably a good idea to get back to normal service. Here is Robert Ho’s contribution to our series. 

Yeah, probably low hanging fruit to sling arrows at ol’ Timothy Leif, but whatever

First, a disclaimer: I’m what one would call a New Age Blackhawks fan. Hopped aboard when the team became good and got the pleasure of watching the Toews/Kane/Keith triumvirate collectively stick a large oversized boot up the league’s ass. Though my time has been relatively short, I have quickly learned to utterly loathe one team above all else.

That team, of course, is the St. Louis Blues. 

And no individual crystallized my disdain more than TJ Oshie.

Everything Else

At times like this it gets harder and harder for everyone to keep their heads. Before I go any further here, I think it’s important to link to Tim Baffoe’s piece today on The Score’s site, as well as an older piece from another Score employee Julie DiCaro, which originally appeared on Deadspin, for reference to what comes next. They’ve almost certainly said anything I could say better.

I think it’s important to explain why I and my compatriot McClure lean the way we do at the moment, while also waiting to be swayed by whatever comes next. As we all know, the mere act of reporting a rape can easily become a nightmare for women, which in and of itself is certainly a disgusting mark on our society. Even in a fair and objective system, without a witness or clear visual evidence of violence (cuts, bruising, tears, etc.) almost all of these cases boil down to a he said-she said case, and that’s rarely going be beyond a reasonable doubt to a jury, which is why a simply sickeningly low number of rape cases end up in conviction.

Everything Else

You can always count on Fork to deliver up some real vitriol. Follow him on Twitter @Hockeenight. 

When Fels sent a bunch of us an email asking for our most hated opponent, my brain damn near melted. I mean, I could have come up with twenty guys easily, and that’s just the 1991 North Stars. But as a man who has been a Blackhawks fan since birth, and had a dalliance with the New York Rangers when I lived in New York – let’s face it, at that point half the team was either former or future Blackhawks every year – one name popped up above all the others…

Mario.

Fucking Mario.

That diving piece of shit.