Finish your Credos and get back to work!

Credo (Latin) lit., "I believe"...

I believe in triples.
I believe in shorthanded goals.
I believe in the screen pass.
I believe in hitting your free throws.
I believe in the give-and-go.
I believe in the medley relay.
I believe in the dig.
I believe in cutting off the passing lanes.
I believe in the blocked shot.
I believe in long-stick defensemen.
I believe in sacrifice flies.
I believe in writing high school team records in the form "Records: Darien 13-0 (12-0 FCIAC)." Because the conference record is the parenthetical expression.
I believe the NHL and Major League Baseball are both presently overexpanded by the same number of teams, namely 3.28.
I believe "Credos" would be an excellent name for a snack food.
I believe "Bert and Ernie's Sing-Along" (Sesame Street, 1975) is the best record you probably don't have.
I believe if holdout Group II Free Agents sign in the IHL, their NHL teams should keep the right to match.
I believe in extra cheese.
I believe the 1998 Yankees are the best team, in comparison to their respective leagues, of all time.
I believe the 1998 Yankees are the best team overall of my lifetime.
I believe most people have no idea that lilting little "I hope you had the time of your life" song that's played now at nearly every public event, is by an alt-rock/neo-punk band called Green Day and is actually called "Good Riddance."
I believe the original acoustic version of "Good Riddance" from 1995 is better than the string-scored new one.
[11/18--Until he did it,]I believe Eric Cairns should get himself signed and playing again before everyone forgets who he is.
I believe revenue sharing is communism.
I believe the WNBA should be called the KNBA west of the Mississippi. And in Pittsburgh.
I believe Yankee Stadium should stay right where it is. Regardless of where George Steinbrenner or Chuck Dolan decides to play his games.
I believed in the 1998 New York Mets. I'm recovering, though.

I'm old school.

I'm old school like Bobby Baun on a broken ankle at the Olympia in overtime.
I'm old school like Trent Tucker hitting the impossible (I mean temporally) 3-pointer against the Bulls on Martin Luther King Day.
I'm old school like taking the wind in a conference championship game.
I'm old school like Jan Erixon.
I'm old school like Ray Knight and Eric Davis. Or like Roger McDowell and Gregg Jefferies, but that one was a little more sissified.
I'm old school like Slava Fetisov.
I'm old school like Curt Flood.

My name isn't bad. But other names are much cooler.
I sometimes wish my name were Mike Knuble.
I sometimes wish my name were Orlando Merced.
I sometimes wish my name were Jochan Hecht.
I sometimes wish my name were Miloslav Horava.
I sometimes wish my name were Jerome McElroy.

Have the Yankees won yet?
In a way, I'm glad the World Series is over, because now I can watch Islander and Devil games on my days off (I've been taping Ranger games all along, and watching them when I got home -- great sleep aids). But now I can't watch Islander games, because Chuck Dolan over at Cablevision won't let me. So I wish the World Series were still going on. Sorta. Wait, let me start over. I believe Cablevision remains the Evil Empire of the Western Hemisphere.

One more!
October 21, after the Rangers won, Sal Messina mentioned to center Todd Harvey that the Rangers had lost Friday, tied Saturday, and won that night. Sorta tongue in cheek: "Do you feel you're making progress?" I was just praying Todd would play along and respond, "Yeah, we're hoping to get three points Thursday against the Islanders."

I believe there should be three-point wins.

Good things happen.

Good things happen when you win faceoffs.
Good things happen when you go to the net.
Good things happen with your stick on the ice.
Good things happen when you hit the net.
Good things happen when you play with confidence.
Good things happen when you finish your checks.
Good things happen when you forecheck hard.
Good things happen when you throw the puck at the net.
Good things happen when you keep the puck low.
Good things happen when you get the puck deep.

I believe all 10 of the above have been said by real, live, hockey coaches, players, executives, and broadcasters, either to me, in my presence, or over my television, in the past year and a half.

It's easier than most book titles

In college, when I was feeling particularly masochistic, I used to try to force the names of every track in an album into a sports column. Different songs always screwed it up. I believe these are some examples.
I Fought the Law, Bobby Fuller Four: "You Kiss Me"
Cracked Rear View, Hootie and the Blowfish: "Hannah Jane"
Please Please Me, the Beatles: "P.S. I Love You" (though "Love Me Do" doesn't make it easy)
Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen: "Thunder Road"
Dookie, Green Day: "Sassafras Roots," "Emenius Sleepus," ... Um, everything except "Burnout."
You can see how it happens. So I believe it's impossible for me to do.


I believe I didn't really have enough creativity this month to rant about anything significant. Sorry. So I cleaned out my notebook instead...


Anchored the boring homepage, 10/22/98-12/1/98.

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