Being away from TV and radio for the weekend, I had no idea who won Saturday's game. After buying the Sunday Star the next day, I still didn't know – amazingly, there were no Stanley Cup results in the paper, the sports section having clearly been laid out sometime Saturday afternoon.
That's the way to win the newspaper wars.
Luckily, I was able to catch the highlights in the only bar open in Bala on a Sunday evening. While waiting for my take-out food, I think I saw the Pronger hit at least four dozen times, from every conceivable angle except "concussion cam."
Monday, June 04, 2007
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