Just another reason that the NHL has become the preferred professional sport around my castle:

http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/spt/hockey/stars/stories/013009dnspostarsbriefs.3b11128.html

Say all you want about history, finesse, beauty, motion, strategy, blah, blah, blah. I'll take true devotion to the spirit of the game/competition/team over any of them. You think Barch was worrying about his contract as he skated off the ice? Or some pretty-boy image? Or a fucking youtube rap song about homies and happy boys? Or maybe you think he went to the locker room and called it a season, started looking for the best orthodontic surgeon around?

Hell no. This was the Red Wings. The hated Detroit Fucking Red Wings. He smiled and got back in the game. He screamed something like "Eight teeth? That the best you got? Come on, asshole, I got a dozen more, right here!" and dropped his gloves.

So go ahead a get all puffed up cause that mean ol' pitcher whizzed a fast ball right past your ear. Act like a spoiled brat because of that "hard" foul. Cry like a baby cause the quarterback doesn't get the ball to you enough. Stage a press conference to vent about your unhappiness with a 3 billion dollar contract and moan that team xyz doesn't give "you" the chance to win it all.

Or go out and play the game.