I doubt anyone who isn't a fan of hockey could finish a typical article on the sport, just as I would probably have to clench my teeth through a 1-pager on the World Soccer League (Is that what it's called?) If you're happily reading an article on hockey, it means you have a team, and you watch regularly.

Unless of course the writer of the article is William Freakin' Faulkner. Then it's for everybody. When I first stumbled on this I had to rub my eyes and squint at the header. But there it was. The William Faulkner. Of Mississippi. Writing about ice hockey in 1955. I nearly sprinted downstairs to get my glasses so that I could sit back and read it properly.

It doesn't disappoint. I suppose it would be interesting to read any good writer's first impression of a game they don't understand. But Faulkner on ice hockey...it's an inspiring read for the uninitiated and a real treat for the fan.

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