Who does Rusty like better, the Colorado Avalanche or the Detroit Red Wings?
Why do I get the feeling that regardless of how I answer a question of this nature, I’ll just end up with a puck flying straight towards my forehead? If I had to pick one, which I don’t, then I would probably just choose somewhere in the middle and say the St. Louis Blues (although somehow I feel that that answer will only stir up more trouble). What about the Sharks? The Predators? Oh, don’t make me choose! Can’t we all just get along, joined arm in arm skating across this great land of ours (and on into Canada, for our Northern Brothers)? Q: What’s in your back pocket? A: Right now? Wait, hang on a second… Ok, got it. Ummm, it looks like today my back pocket is enjoying several things worth noting: one is a rookie card for David Robinson that I keep around to commemorate a most excellent stretch of NBA history (Rusty brushes away a tear, realizing that things will never be the same in San Antonio); a wad of chewing gum, already chewed, and now back in its wrapper; not one, not two, b
