Fairfield University psychologist Linda Henkel:
You’re just kind of mentally discounting it–thinking, ‘Well, the camera’s got it.’
I’ve noticed this in my own work, and that’s part of the reason I’ve neglected my photography for the last few years. I broke my Nikon a while back and, while waiting for its repair, noticed that I was enjoying travel a lot better when I wasn’t constantly looking at life like a photographer. I took trip to Paris a while back, and all I really remember from it now are what I see in the pictures I took; I don’t want that to happen to my time with my son while he grows up.
This is the kind of stupidity that just has to be seen to be believed.
Yesterday’s snow at the Winter Classic produced slow-paced hockey. It slowed down skaters, it slowed down the puck, it interfered with passing, and clearly disrupted many players’ timing. The game looked more like mid-level beer-league hockey than what we’re accustomed to seeing at the NHL level. Outdoor hockey just doesn’t produce terribly good hockey.
Don’t get me wrong. I find the idea behind the Winter Classic to be amazingly romantic and just oodles of fun. It harkens back to how hockey players learn how to play hockey: on the pond. It goes back to when the NHL’s best and greatest were mere tykes, lacing up on park benches, learning their sport on frozen ponds while their parents watch from the sidelines shivering to stay warm, drinking hot chocolate or coffee from a thermos. Hockey in its purest form.
It’s just not the game we should expect from the NHL.