you understand this rivalry in North America? Maybe you think all the Nordic countries are the same friendly place. But Sweden vs. Finland is crazy. To us, it’s like Canada vs. USA.

We’re the big brother and they’re the little brother. (No, no — Just a joke for my Finnish friend Valtteri Filppula).

So the biggest hockey game in the last 10 years is taking place, and where am I? I’m stuck on a bus traveling to a road game with my junior hockey teammates. The bus driver put the game on the radio, and we listened to the third period in complete silence.

It was 3-2 Sweden, but in the final two minutes, the Finns pulled their goalie and were getting a lot of pressure. The radio man’s voice kept getting louder and louder. You know how you can tell when a goal is coming from the announcer’s voice? Everyone was tense. We could feel it coming.

Then we heard it. I’ll always remember.

“Lundqvist …

“Gör en otrolig räddning med klubban!!!!!!”

If you don’t speak Swedish, that’s:

“Lundqvist …

“Makes an incredible save with his club!!!!!!”

Tre. Två. Ett. Noll.

(Three. Two. One. Zero.)


“How we play hockey in Sweden” by Victor Hedman

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Today we set out on a mission to clean the trap. 

It didn’t happen.

For those of you who don’t know, the trap is our rehearsal space. Its a small room that 7 of us can barely fit in, and with everyone’s equipment (and random shit) its really fucking crowded.

Lane, JP, and I threw out all the trash that was laying around…but theres still random records, and an extra drum set, and clothing…. I don’t even know. 

Then we drove to the Tribune Tower to do an interview for The Mash which is the teen version of the Chicago Tribune (I think…) Their offices are in the basement of the Tribune Tower and it looks awesome. They have glass flooring/paneling, and out their window is a view of downtown Chicago…wouldn’t mind working there if I had to have a desk job. 

Lane, JP, and I went to Chipotle.

That was our day in a tiny tiny blog update.

I wish Greg’s wrist would get better.