“Do rainbows come out of your nipples? Do you fart cinnamon?” Jay Baruchel asks Allison Pill in forthcoming hockey flick Goon. It’s a comedy, surely, but as The Observer watched the film in February, we were vaguely uncomfortable. In between the coarse (if riotously funny) jokes, the sucker punches and the dirty checks, a darker Read More
New York is not much of a hockey town. The Rangers are the top team in the league right now, and still the awfulness of the Knicks gets more attention. The Super Bowl is sucking up a lot of air time, but even if the Rangers win the Stanley Cup—their first since 1994, second since 1940—the back pages of the tabs will still spend most of their time on off-season baseball news. Sean Avery’s sartorial choices attract more attention than a Henrik Lundqvist shut out.
Thus The Observer almost slipped on the ice in surprise when two reports surfaced yesterday about hockey coming to some unlikely places. Read More
Though he’s generally kept his well-documented aggression off the ice, Ranger forward couldn’t help sticking it to the cops who were trying to break up a party at his L.A. abode last night. He was arrested, locked up, and released in the morning on a $20,000 bail, TMZ first reported.
But, hey, Sean Avery Read More
You would never guess it from the warm woods and guest bedroom painted periwinkle, but this East 59th Street aerie once belonged to one of the most feared men in professional hockey. Read More
Tough 38-year-old Rangers forward Brendan Shanahan is doing well for himself. Last night he scored a game-winning overtime goal to beat the hallowed Montreal Canadiens (whose star Chris Higgins took a college Spanish class with this reporter a few years back).
And on Christmas Eve, according to a deed filed in city records today, Read More
Unlike the action on the ice, there’s plenty of elbow room, as this reporter gracefully glides through aisles of t-shirts, hoodies, jerseys — even hats emblazoned with the defunct Winnipeg Jets logo! — at the brand-spanking new N.H.L. store in midtown.
No referee here would dare call “too many men on the ice.” Maybe 25 Read More
