A HOCKEY FAN since birth - upon delivery, I likened being in the womb to being in the penalty box - I spent most of my adolescence yearning for an NHL that expanded beyond the original six teams, dreaming of realignment, a longer season and outdoor games played on aircraft carriers, oil rigs and in Walmart parking lots.
Frankly, my childhood dreams have turned into adult nightmares.
The 2013-14 NHL regular season begins this week, with a cacophony of change that Couch Slouch can only question, ridicule and deride:
I comprehend the concept of, say, Starbucks being open all the time because people like to drink coffee year-round, but nobody - NOBODY - is fantasizing about watching Blue Jackets-Predators games year-around.
Maybe the NHL is trying to compensate for the fact that it had its latest starting date ever last season - Jan. 19 - due to a minor misunderstanding between players and owners.
Because they're morons on skates.
The league decided it wanted four divisions instead of six - we'll get to that momentarily - so it now has two eight-team divisions in the East and two seven-team divisions in the West. This is akin to the Kardashians buying Trump Tower in midtown Manhattan with Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Rob occupying 31 floors while Kris, Kendall, Kylie and Bruce Jenner occupy 27 floors.
Division names rejected in favor of the Metropolitan: Urban, Suburban, Tri-state Plus Another Area, Turnpike, Legends & Leaders, Megalopolis, Norris and Carlos Danger.
This is an overreaction to the success of the annual NHL Winter Classic. Don't get me wrong: I like the Winter Classic as much as the next guy. But I also like the Fourth of July and Arbor Day, and those celebrations would lose their appeal if they came every other month of the year. My other problem with outdoor games in the dead of winter is simple: It's cold out there, man.
Two of the outdoor games are going to be played at Yankee Stadium; at least that gives Alex Rodriguez a couple more shots to make his way there before he retires.