It’s mid-April, which means sports widow time.
NHL playoffs begin this week. Baseball is warming up. The NBA playoffs are on the horizon. The major golf season has begun.
See you, significant other, sometime near the end of June when things die down a bit.
Or perhaps before that. Weird thing is, particularly with the hockey playoffs and the advent of warm weather, that it’s the first round that gets everyone going. The interest level drops -- unless there’s some major incident like the 1999 Brett Hull Stanley Cup-winner from the crease controversy -- as the importance of the games increases. You can’t have a Hull situation now, because the rules are different, thankfully, on that one. But something will come up.
The interest decline affects hockey the most because it’s a winter sport that doesn’t award its champion until practically summer, and so many of the games get played in the afternoon thanks to the ongoing, vain pursuit of U.S. TV ratings. And, yes, we know, just a few weeks ago the suggestion was made here to hold hockey in the Summer Olympics. Different topic entirely.
Anyway, not sure what time of year is better for a sports follower. Now, or October.
Probably October, if you’re talking sheer volume. Baseball playoffs. Hockey starts. Football is in full swing, both sides of the border. The NBA begins, late in the month. And golf silly season is in full swing.
But in Canada, it’s got to be now. We are, after all, hockey-crazed.
Berkobits: We’ve mentioned this before, but there we were again on Saturday night in Ontario on Hockey Night In Canada. Toronto versus Ottawa. Two teams, both out of it. Surely, there was something better we could have been served up, CBC? Like Pittsburgh-Montreal, maybe? . . . What’s up with the Toronto Maple Leafs honouring Brad May for playing 1,000 NHL games when he’s played but 38 for the blue and white? Of course, these guys will celebrate anything, like holding a “night” for noted “Toronto superstar” Tie Domi when he hit the 1,000-game mark.
More Berkobits: Saw this in a sports column so it’s going in my sports column. Folks, there’s a difference between the words loathe and loath. You loathe, i.e. hate/despise/dislike someone (even sports columnists) or something. You are loath, i.e. reluctant, to do something. OK, carry on. . . . Terrell Owens is an amazingly self-absorbed athlete with issues -- one of which, on the field, is that he’s 50-50 to catch a pass. We all know that. But what’s the fuss about him choosing to skip a Buffalo Bills’ voluntary pre-season workout? It’s voluntary. End of story.
Still more Berkobits: Recent poll results from MovieTickets.com: Users were asked to rate the greatest baseball movies of all time from among:
The “gag me” Field of Dreams, one of those “baseball is life itself” and “the foul lines go on into infinity” yechh! movies, won in a landslide with 45 per cent of the vote. Major League had 23 per cent, The Natural (another hokey-fest) 16, Bull Durham (now you’re talking) 13 and Eight Men Out, three per cent. They’re all different, but of those five, put me down for Eight Men Out.
kberkovich@therecord.com