I have a lot of fond memories of the 1990s. From the age of 9 through 19, the decade brought an enormous amount of change into my life. Some good, some bad, but it all helped shape me into who I am today.
Confession time. Phew, deep breath. I am, in fact, an only child. Okay, judge away, I can take it.While I grew up without siblings, I did have cousins who were close in age. The catch? They live in Colorado. Yeah, your boy couldn't catch a break.
For die-hard NHL fans, the loss of the 2004-05 season was a tough pill to swallow. As the lockout dragged on, questions emerged about the league's future and viability. Despite the ongoing turmoil, General Managers across the NHL continued working to ensure their team would be ready to play once the stalemate drew to a close.
Carolina Hurricanes General Manager Jim Rutherford faced the daunting task of assembling a competitive team to play not only in a new market but in a temporary home. A former NHL netminder, Rutherford understood the importance of having solid goaltending if his team hoped to impress their new fans.
When the New Jersey Devils turned to a 21-year-old rookie goaltender in March 1988, they likely had no idea what to expect. As it turned out, Sean Burke—the player in question—won 10 of his 13 appearances and helped the Devils make their Stanley Cup Playoffs debut.
As a kid, one of my favorite rituals was wandering the horror section of the video store in my hometown.Naturally, my eyes were drawn to the most outlandish covers even though the movies themselves failed to deliver on the glorious box art.
Rick Dudley is best known to most hockey fans in North Carolina for his time spent as a Senior Vice President of Hockey Operations with the Carolina Hurricanes.What many aren't aware of is Dudley's extensive time serving many roles in minor-league hockey in the state.
North Carolina 222 is a winding highway, its 58 miles dotted by small towns and rural scenery. It's a very unassuming stretch of road, perfect for summer drives with the windows down.
Aviation has always fascinated me. It started as a child with trips to Raleigh-Durham International Airport to pick up or drop off family members. This was a time when anyone could enter the terminal area and go to whichever gate they wanted.
Imagine walking through your hometown one evening, just as the sun gives way to dusk. You hear a distant rumble, wondering if you should have grabbed an umbrella.As you continue your stroll, you dear drums and realize—despite all indications—it's not thunder. The bass kicks in, threatening to send the USGS on a wild goose chase. Then a guitar roars to life, its raw tone delivering a mix of riffs that'll grow hair on your chest and melodies that'll make you certain some majestic dinosaur has set itself ablaze.