Look What the Rock's Got Cookin!

	On Friday January 11th, 2008 I was treated to my very first National Lacrosse League (NLL) event, and an event it was. With all its chutzpah, popcorn, beer, overflowing urinals, and grindcore music, I believed that I had unexpectedly stumbled into the Colosseum (sans Nero). Not AD 75, nor Vespasian but true to form, modern day gladiators who on a weekly basis separate themselves from rank and file to entertain the masses. Or better yet, to quench their appetite for destruction. The opening-act, scantly clad women, or better yet, Toronto's Roquette's danced to the beat of Ram Jam's Black Betty. How appropriate. Having dispensed with the entertainment, the game was on! One hour of pure fury, and sheer exhilaration, peppered with some brutality. I could only image, it's what hockey was like in the 40's and 50's before it became the sport of over-paid agents and pimps. Unfortunately, the Rock lost in overtime but who cares. Bottom line is, someone call the Leafs front-office and let them know that the boys in the NLL aren't whining and they figured-out team spirit and are dishing-out slices night after night.