Hockey begins Thursday, which has me nostalgic for longtime NHLer and Stanley Cup winner Mike Keane. He told the best stories. My favorite cannot be retold verbatim, only alluded to for reasons that will momentarily become very obvious.
Claude Lemieux was Keane's teammate for a while in Montreal. Les Habitants were playing the Los Angeles Kings, if I remember correctly. Whatever the team, they had a player dating a Playboy playmate. Lemieux suggested he had been able to peruse her fine work the evening before and rather enjoyed it, although this is not exactly how the sentiment was conveyed on the ice.
This is slightly sexist to some (not me), incredibly graphic and hilariously hockey, not only that it happened but they would tell the story to a female reporter. Which is exactly why I love hockey -- there is so little of that robotic plasticity that is so increasingly prevalent in other sports. There are no Peyton or LeBrons, Nike creations with their PC, pre-p...