There's been a lot of craziness in hockey this non-season and I swear, the craziest thing I've seen isn't a link on the Internet.
Curse the luck!
Anyway, yesterday's New York Post had a tiny item on New Jersey Devil Patrik Elias:

Tainted seafood is the suspect in Patrik Elias' case of Hepatitis-A that will keep the Devils' five-time leading scorer out of this month's World Championships in Austria...He had planned to play in the World Championships before eating shellfish at the Moscow airport.

Who eats shellfish at an airport? Is that a European thing? Has anyone ever seen anything remotely edible at an airport? All of the food I've ever seen looks like it's from the 70s — sideburns and all. And Elias is eating shellfish? That's just insane. I can kind of, sort of understand ending a season, but shellfish at the airport? What is that about? Was there no blowfish available?

So there's no hockey, but at least I can find out what Flyers goalie Robert Esche has on his iPod.
Rather scarily, we both have Elton John's "Tiny Dancer."
I'm trying really hard not to think about what that says about us.
And I think things are pretty bad with hockey (you know — besides the lockout): Larry Brooks worked a baseball game for the New York Post. I'm not sure he's ever covered anything besides hockey since he became the top writer on the Rangers/NHL beat. And while a lot of other hockey writers around the country rotated into other sports, Brooks was still doing a ton of NHL writing. The fact that he's moved off of hockey, if only for a day, seems to indicate that the lockout isn't ending any time soon and no new developments can be expected.
When Brooks fell, that was the fat lady singing. If he's not working on hockey down here in the States, then no one is. Love him or hate him, Brooks is the face of the American hockey media. Or he was. When there was hockey.