I'm not a hockey guy. I enjoy watching the Charlotte Checkers, but I haven't watched an NHL game on TV, regular season or playoffs, for years.
I did, however, find Sunday's gold medal Olympic game between Canada and the U.S. absolutely compelling. You didn't have to be a fan to know that the game was huge and that both teams were giving everything, including the sacrifice of their bodies to stop a speeding puck, to win.
I don't know if it was the best hockey game ever played but it was the best hockey game I've ever seen, and I've seen two Stanley Cup games live as well as the Minnesota high school tournament, which is a big deal up there.
I get angry email from readers who can't fathom why I'm not a fan of hockey. They're often angry that I'm not. I can't fathom why they care.
I like boxing. I like blues. I think Led Zeppelin is the greatest band of all time, and that Otis Redding's "Dock of the Bay" is the best song.
I don't care if you agree. Of course I love to run into people who know boxing and the blues -- which reminds me that Willie Dixon, a bluesman, also boxed professionally but found the sport too corrupt -- but if somebody prefers hockey and bluegrass, I'm not offended.
The Winter Olympics were a great escape for me and many others. I tapped into the curling underground and really enjoyed the sport, even though I don't know all the rules. I might make a run at the U.S. curling team in 2014 because I want to go Russia. But there's a chance I will not.
The Olympics lasted just the right amount of time. And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming, and perhaps even some hockey.