Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Don't you find it sad, the lack of drop-outs in today's society? You'd think the life of a hobo was frowned upon or something.
Imagine the stir Patrick Marleau could create if, instead of waiting to see if he's asked to waive his no-trade clause (note: this won't happen) and suffering the public indignity of losing the Sharks captaincy, he announced he was leaving the NHL for a year to hop freight trains and practice the banjo. He could grow a tremendous beard, I bet.
Then there's Dany Heatley. He could reverse his (justified) now-dominant image as a petulant brat if he simply left the NHL to walk and hitch-hike from the 49th Parallel to the Panama Canal. Perhaps with a walking stick and handkerchief satchel holding only the Oxford Book of English Verse. The climax of his journey would, of course, be saving the village of Santa Poco from El Guapo's marauders. Does he not have a publicist?