Well, this really sucks. As a Blue Jackets fan, I loved watching Derek Dorsett. There were some nights that he was the only aspect of the lowly Blue Jackets game worth watching. Whitty and I suffered through some rough losing seasons as season ticket holders (not to brag) but we always sat on the edge of our seats when Dorsett was on the ice. He might not have been the biggest guy on the ice (he was often the smallest) but he played like a man possessed and wouldn’t back down from any player in the NHL, no matter the size. Continue reading
Good morning and welcome to another edition of Wake up With Whitty. We’re just a couple weeks into that dreaded summer sports lull, but the NHL and NBA have provided us with plenty of excitement to keep us on the edge of our seats. I know nobody wants to have to think for themselves this early in the morning, so let me go ahead and do the thinking for you. Then once you’ve had a chance to wake up a bit, feel free to come back and tell me why I’m wrong.