I tend to worry about things that other people don't think about. It's a problem I've tried to work on for many years, to no avail. Things like "I hope Chipotle doesn't stop serving the new brown rice" and "Why doesn't the Food Network give Giada more airtime, she's clearly underexposed."
With the NHL my main concern is the playoffs. It's been nearly 10 years since the Minnesota Wild won a playoff series and it's been a few years since they've even made the postseason. Like most cliches, this one is true: There is nothing like the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The intensity is unmatched in professional sports. And while I worry that Minnesota hockey fans are missing this spectacle, season after season, last night another reared its ugly head.
What if Star-Tribune Hockey Wonk Michael Russo decides to take another job because he's tired of not covering a playoff team? By no stretch am I pandering here when I say he may be the best beat writer in the NHL, so I'm concerned he may leave for greener pastures and stick us with some ordinary dude. What if he yearns for the sun of South Florida again and wants to cover the playoff-bound Panthers? Or what if the dreaded Vancouver Sun offers him a generous contract with coffee perks and promises of never having to cover games in Detroit?
You see, fellow fans, not making the playoffs on a consistent basis has more far reaching implications than just not being able to take part. They better get this thing turned around soon or we may have to start courting Adrian Dater, heaven forbid.