Cliff Rucker, a converted hockey fan and business man, is in the throws of a bid to bring the ECHL to Worcester. He is meeting with the ECHL Board of Governors to hear their decision on the matter in the coming days. Why is this important? Simply put, it demonstrates the potential hoops that Oklahoma City would need to jump in order to bring the East Coast Hockey League (wink wink) to the Sooner State.
I watched the NHL All Star Game.
I hated it.
Long before social media, these types of events were fraught with excitement. It felt organic to the viewer because, quite frankly, the polish didn’t need to be shiny, the veneer translucent, or the sheen remarkable. They were about our players, our teams, our moments rather than re-digested and fabricated situations. Timeless moments were captured before our eyes, and placed on our walls via posterized versions. With so many sports snippets calibrated for millennials the creation of so-called All Star moments happen daily, and at almost every hour. Gfycat, Vine, Periscope, and Twitter Video are incredible things, they really are. Yet we just aren’t “wowed” anymore, and that’s okay.
So I watched Little Pavelski and Little Burns score on a breakaway. I giggled at the Chewbacca bit. I continued to the love speedy Larkin. I thought the 3-on-3 format was amusing. But it all felt like a generic product. One seen often and quickly dismissed. In terms of the game and festivities – I hated it.
Since the Dallas Stars have been in existence I have been a fan. I couldn’t help myself. They scored a lot, won a lot, and played a passionate style of hockey. A fan first by geographic location, over time I learned to truly love the team southbound on I-35.
As the seasons rolled on there were teams that I grew to despise in those early days, teams that beat my Stars literally AND on the scoreboard. Although they were a winsome bunch most of the time, there were a few teams that really seemed to turn my smile into a scowl. One such team was the Edmonton Oilers.
h/t to Eric Rodgers for much of the investigative reporting on this story.
You have probably never heard of Major League Football. Quite honestly, I am a fan of the pigskin, and I hadn’t heard of them either. The truth is, however, that there was been a burgeoning movement for a smallish, spring time, smaller city league that helps prop up the NFL in ways that perhaps the collegiate ranks can’t quite accomplish quickly. But if you live in Oklahoma City, and what appears to be seven additional cities throughout the US, MLF is something you are going to want to take a look at.
The rumor mill has been churning out filth for years. I’m not talking about my sports market or yours, but the hypothetical one that exists in every 300,000+ city where sports is even slightly on the radar. I suppose that the economics of it all demand that owners look throughout the world to find sporting endeavors that spew money from a fire hydrant. I mean, there must be good money in sports franchising because these things exist. And where there is a slim chance of sports happenings, there is always a rumor of an owner or a team or the potential hope of both.
Hello faithful readers, and those who accidentally found our website via Googling “Farm Fresh Produce”, the blog is back(ish) with some major tweaks, a few deep thoughts, and some quibbles about cheap yarn from Michael’s. I hope you enjoy the ride, however lost you might be at this point.
A quick recap of the last six months wouldn’t be worth mentioning more than in brief, but since the fine people of Oklahoma City lost their pro AHL team (that was one of the best over that five year span) life has been a little sideways.
Since last we seriously highlighted serious pro hockey on this site, our lovely OKC Barons were ending their five year cycle of farming the Edmonton Oilers. They were packing up, heading West, and hopefully steering clear of TMZ reporters (retracted). The team was incredibly well-rounded at that time, and equally as well-coached. The five year run was short, sweet, and magically delicious. Yet we were forced to move on.