I can't believe I had to defend Marty Brodeur on Facebook tonight. I'm wondering what the hell that was all about. I'm an Islanders fan who can recognize what's good for the NHL when I see it. And for some reason, I get sucked into conflict. The only good thing about tonight was that I didn't have to defend his personal life as I have usually had to do previously. (I really don't give a damn that he cheated on his wife. That takes nothing away from his NHL career.)But even though he's wearing the jersey of a team I have to root against, I can still appreciate what he does for the game. I can be happy for the man that I began watching when he was little more than a teenager.
My first memory of this future Hall of Famer is from the early 90s when he was thrown into a playoff game, and lost. He cried over the loss. I cried with him. I've watched him turn into the amazing, intelligent goalie that he is. I hope I can watch him turn into a formidable coach one day.
Congratulations Marty Brodeur. You deserve it. Let's see how many other records you can break before your career comes to a close.
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