Today I thought I’d talk about what I don’t know. Though I would hope I never give off the impression of being an expert, our un-previews are designed to make it very clear that we do not know what is going on, and our Twitter is expressly designed to remind our many followers that mid-season predictions and hot takes are almost always a fool’s errand, we too can fall into the trap of expert-ness. So, this week, I am going to talk about something I do not know about, and why not knowing isn’t necessarily the worst thing when it comes to sports.
Of all the major sports played in the United States (football, baseball, basketball, soccer, hockey), I know and understand hockey the least. Perhaps it was because I did not grow up in close proximity to frozen lakes, though I did grow up only a few hours from Canada. Perhaps it is because hockey was not a big youth sport in Seattle, though I lived across the street from a former Czechoslovakian hockey player, who gifted me several of his old sticks. Perhaps it was because I was never comfortable on roller skates, and needed to use the walls to slow down, and if I wasn't comfortable on wheels, I would never be comfortable on skates.