The world changes. And it doesn't.
Loved hockey since the first game my father took me to sometime in the late 50s. Rangers vs. Canadians, Old Madison Square Garden, 8th Avenue. Learned then that hockey players do not have teeth. They've all been knocked out. Their teeth are in cups back at their lockers. Distinctly remember the picture of a smiling, nearly toothless Bobby Hull holding up the puck that he scored his 50th goal with--then a landmark achievement.
So, what do I read?
Senators' Ruutu Penalized 2 Games for Biting - NYT January 7, 2009
The game changes in many ways over the years. But you still have to have it in for the other guy.
Bull Riders Start Trading Their Hats for Helmets - NYT January 10, 2009
Don't know if the image of a guy on the back of a bucking bull with a lacrosse helmet on is going to help the fledgling Professional Bull Riders tour that they're trying to "beef" up.
I remember going to a few rodeos at the same Old Garden as a kid. They used to keep the dirt in vaults under the old West Side Highway.
I don't know at all what it's like to try and ride a bull. But I've been on a few LIRR commuter rides that seemed to be going 60 mph on square wheels. And since those rides lasted more than 8 seconds, I wonder if we earned any points on that tour.