By Hans Eisenbeis

One of the things that separates hockey people from not-hockey people is a certain loss of olfactory innocence.

“The smell” is hard to describe but impossible to miss. Walk into any rink anywhere in the world, and you can smell it even from the bleachers and the concession stand. (Except rinks named after phone companies, banks, utilities,and car manufacturers. These are too big to stink, or else NHL players are too rich to sweat.)

By Rob Polipnick

The last month and a half in the state of hockey has been a whirlwind of tragedy, confusion and frustration.  What has happened to a young man in a high school junior varsity game has changed lives forever.  I cannot begin to know what the family or young man is going through, or will have to go through in the future. My stomach drops, and sad thoughts enter my mind every time I think of it. I pray every day, that he will regain all functionality to live a normal life.

With that being said, the transition to what I am about to say is a bit uncomfortable because I mean absolutely no disrespect to Jack Jablonski and his family, but I feel that I need to say something, or I will explode. Since the implementation of changes to time served for three penalties, the game has turned into a complete circus.