We will unveil the new format next week. I hope my 6 fans will enjoy. I’ve been stuck in Vegas strip joints and been lacking in my posts. I’m sorry. Love you guys.
I did all I could, and in the end it took one phone call to get my tickets to the NHL awards. After everyone else failed my, it all came down to “good, old fashioned, it’s not what you know, but who you know” hard work.
Here’s the rub. I waited too long. Now I have tickets and can’t get to Vegas. No flights. LOL
What's not happening in Vegas will stay in Ohio.
But here’s the best part. The more I think about it, and this is definitely a sign of my age, I’d rather watch it on my couch with my kids. I mean who will be more interested in hanging out with me? Max T. or Max Talbot? Sydney T. or Sidney C., get the point? I mean what could I possibly say to those guys in that setting other than “wow I’m a big fan.” Or the ever popular:
“Man those are some hot broads you’re with, do any of them like married, old fat guys with 4 kids?” So, I must tell you fans of dangerous hockey, I made the right decision. It’s my 2nd in a month now. What’s wrong? If I keep it up, I may actually get a team to Cleveland.
PS: Was that Jason Mellon (Back to School) who scored Team USA’s soccer goal?
"If the Cup could go to the Gay pride parade, then I should be allowed to bear a child!"
I own my own advertising and marketing firm. I’ve been in the media business forever. But mainly, at times, even though we are great at what we do, I consider myself a ticket broker who also happens to do advertising.
If you need tickets, call Rocque......1-800-Jackass
Don’t get me wrong. I love ticket brokers. In fact I plan to do a feature film about the business, it’s amazing. Some of my dearest friends are brokers.
(NOTE: Not my actual hand, although I wish it was……..)
But what the hell does this have to do with hockey? I’ll be brief. Over the years, I bet I’ve gotten, arranged for or purchased well into the 100’s of thousands of dollars worth of tickets for either my customers or my company’s customers. Need a ticket, call Rocque. Super Bowl, The Masters, Stanley Cup, NBA Finals, Lake County Captians, Bon Jovi, Gospel crap, Satan music (RIP Ronnie James Dio), and countless others. Now, the ONE time, that I want to go to an event, Imagine the irony, I can’t even BUY my way in? There are NO tickets available supposedly to the NHL awards ceremony. Pretty ironic for a sport that nobody is supposed to care about. And to boot, I work for ESPNCleveland and you’d think they would help?
Nope. Nobody cares, in the end about anyone other than themselves. Except of course, everyone that does. They are exempt from this broad based comment that my therapist would slap me down for using. HELP ME. HELP ME get into the awards. Dangeroushockey.com deserves to be there. Don’t you think?
Imagine the irony that the thing that actually made me a father 4 times over, only gets action on Father’s Day and my Birthday (if I’m lucky!) LOL
Happy Father’s Day all……..
Let’s face it, i never stood a chance at going pro because I started when I was 14 and I come from a decent hockey town but not the elite. Very few Cleveland players end up in NHL. However, I will tell you this, there is no doubt in my mind, if I started at 4 or 5, I would still be playing.
What ended up being a pretty good run for a kid from Cleveland who first stepped on the ice at his first hockey practice in 1982 at the brand new Mentor Civic Arena, quickly blossomed into a passion unlike any other in sports. I loved it. I played 50-80 hours a week. Whether it was ICE, Street, Video Games, Pond, it didn’t matter, if it was hockey I was doing it. I also knew more about the game than arguable anyone on earth at that time. This is a true story. Thanks to age, alcohol and drugs, I forgot most of it. Plus ESPN not renewing the contract. I met players like Messier, Kurri, Dr. Randy Gregg, Rick Chartraw and many others. Not bad for a hack from Cleveland.
In less than one year, I was playing in Detroit’s “Little Caesars League” with Cleveland’s elite players. I sucked. But I got soooooo much better that year playing with these guys. Anyhow, life moved on and so did I. I resigned myself to the Men’s leagues. Like the beer leagues of softball. However, I took it seriously. I loved the kill shots. I was always a good hitter. No matter the size. It was also good exercise and there’s nothing like the bond of a team, especially a hockey team.
One day it all changed. It wasn’t 2 minutes into a street hockey tournament when I had a breakaway and some 15 year old punk took out both of my skates as I was skating as fast as I could. Unlike Ice, you don’t slide on cement. I went right down and shattered my collar bone.
Ouch-Cleveland NHL team COMING SOON
I knew immediately. I would never be the same. I broke it 2 more times in the next 16 months. It was over. I sucked. I had kids, Got married, everything changed. For the better I suppose. The end.
Let us not forget the reason why the Chicago Blackhawks are roaming around Chicago strip joints with the Cup.
Thanks to Joel Ward letting literally the only guy on the ice who can score a goal at the time, WIDE open, Kane was then able to score the goal that nobody saw to win the Stanley Cup. 
In a bizzare series of events, the team that taunted me the most, haunted me the most, and ultimately surprised me the most, won because of this goal. (see video) Had they not scored with 13 seconds left, I would not be wearing a full color, Barry Melrose tattoo on my lower back right now. Patrick, if you read this, before you start beating up Limo drivers (now that you have a ring, no more cabs) you really should send every one of the Preds a hooker or bottle of champagne, don’t ya think?
I’ve reconsidered my position with ESPNCleveland and after careful consideration and meetings with upper management, I’ve decided to continue the experiment now known worldwide as “THEblog.” This blog will endure. Today, I tell you this. I congratulate all of the Chicago fans, players and organization. It’s amazing and I would imagine an amazing feeling. I love Chicago as a city. I lived there for a year and it’s everything Cleveland could be but isn’t. Now granted, they had many more savvy and sophisticated corrupt leaders than Cleveland, which put them on the map and they never looked back. Dating all the way back to the Al Capone days.
Good for them. Cleveland meanwhile, really is (and I’m one of them) a town full of losers. See the team below, we LOST.
"look how stoned our goalie was before game"
2-1 in the finals at Joe Louis Arena despite outshooting the Compuware team 33-11. Everyone on my team cried. I didn’t. I rarely cry. We actually were a pretty good team of misfits that got better as the season went on. We were the only team from Cleveland (or any other city for that matter) that was in this elite Detroit league. In the end, we were the best team, but the scoreboard said otherwise.
Another Cleveland choke? A microcosm of the curse. The big picture, the movie with the same ending. Now the city is focusing all of it’s energy, millions of dollars in marketing dollars, grassroots efforts all to keep one man, THE KING, here in the city. Now, let me be blunt. This is pathetic. If he doesn’t want to play here. Go. I think we have many other causes that warrant our energies, monies and attention. Don’t you? “Well he means so much to the economy.” said one dummy.
“THAT’S the PROBLEM you IDIOT!!!!!!” I wanted to scream but they wouldn’t understand. To have a city hinge on a 25 year old basketball player? Um, can someone hit me in the head with a slapshot? I promise, I will fix this. I will do everything I can to fix this. But you need to read. Read my blog. Daily. Day by day, piece by piece, we can, together, fix this city. NOT BUY SIGNING LeBron James. Where is the KING? Is he down in the GULF helping out like Drew Bledsoe the QB of the New Orleans Saints?
Is he in Arkansas helping the flood victims? Are we? No we’re having SAVE LeBron parties. I wish I could swear here, but I’m forbidden by Walter Disney. Rest his soul. But let me tell you, he wouldn’t sign Mickey Mouse, if that mouse didn’t want to give back.
yours,
Rocque Leonard Trem
Watch entire clip, from your pals in Cleveland.
Citizen Kane, the 21 year old bad boy, and now hero for the city of Chicago certainly can’t wait to get back to Buffalo and wing a ding ding on that cabby’s head with a bit of the Stanley Cup in tow Odds there’s physical or emotional damage done to Lord Stanley’s cup this offseason by Cane? Even money. Congrats boys! Been a long time coming. Watch out for Cleveland next year. I’m close to announcing a deal for a new NHL team which will play all of our home games at the Cleveland Indians ballpark. Outdoors.
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