A friend walked by Bryant Park this morning, on his way to work amid the rain. All the trappings that made the park Rangertown on Wednesday were packed up overnight. It was just a park this morning, which made it safe for me to walk through it while wearing my ratty Kings hat.
It was early enough in the morning that I doubt any hockey fan in the area would have their eyes in the best shape to spot the lettering or the logo on the front. Which is good. I don't need to deal with any issues, in the rain, early in the morning.
Maybe after a few barrels of Joe I might have an interest in debating the merits of my cap to one with a Rangers logo, but probably not.
This is a short one because I am still trying to process Wednesday's game, which I listened to rather than watch because of some home improvement projects taking place. At least I had the radio feed from Los Angeles, which was just what was needed to get me through a night of moving furniture, removing light fixtures, bringing up painting supplies, etc.
Reminded me of the days when the radio was a primary way to follow a game. Fewer graphics, celebrity sightings, annoying promotions of television shows or just about anything else. Just the game.
There is something to be said for that.
More later.
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