As a hockey fan, I am personally victimized by the fact the NHL won’t let its players go to the Olympics this year. It’s like commissioner Gary Bettman saw how bad of a 2017 the NFL had and was like “Hold my beer, Roger Goodell.” Instead, the 2018 Olympic rosters will be made up of a bunch of scrubs patched worked together like an island of misfit toys.
Maybe I’m being overdramatic. After all, the 1980 USA Men’s Olympic Hockey team that will go down as the greatest sports team of all-time (excluding the Tune Squad) had zero professional players on it. And with that, players who would have never gotten the chance to shine otherwise get a few seconds in the spotlight.
Bobby Butler is one of those men who will go for gold in 2018. Obviously, he’s excited. And so was his dad when he told him the news.
Is some chopping onions in here or what?
Let’s put this in perspective. Butler is a minor league hockey player. He’s going from barely being able to rub two nickels together, taking long bus rides to play in the deserted outskirts of Canada neglected by civilization to play in front of sparsely attended crowds full of drunks who paid $5 for the venue’s buffet first and hockey game second to playing in the goddamn Olympics. That’s the stuff dreams are made off.
Good luck, Butler. I’ll be rooting for you and the rest of the team to be Miracle on Ice 2.0..