Miroslav Satan is a Lousy Driver

1983. Five years before Kyle Okposo was born. 11 years before the Rangers won the Cup. 23 years before I came within a car accident of completely giving up on the New York Islanders. The NHL was about a year removed from spitting in the collective face of their fanbase, I was living about three and a half hours north of the Coliseum and I had nearly unlimited access to Cornell hockey. **Disclaimer: Cornell hockey games are cooler than any NHL team I've seen. They should be listed as one of the top 50 sporting events to see live for any fan.**

It wasn't an optimistic time to think of the Isles, it being hockey season and all. On the verge of transferring my winter energy to Cornell, the Knicks and my old pastime -- wrestling -- I got a call. The girlfriend at the time, telling me she was in a car accident. "I'm fine," she says.

"What happened?"
"I was in a parking lot."
"How'd you manage to crash in a parking lot?"
"Yeah I was at the Nassau Coliseum."

There wasn't even a game that night. But the fact that my girlfriend bumped fenders with, as it turns out, Miroslav Satan, was all I needed to know. It was fate. She never told me what she was doing in the parking lot of the Mausoleum. But having driven with her before, it's now my belief that Satan is a lousy driver.

This isn't really a Long Island thing, but each post will have a Bruce Song of the Day, b/c it's my contention that you could leave a Bruce song per day and keep it going, w/o repeat, for at least two years.

Bruce Song of the Day (BSOTD): Leap of Faith