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Is it me, or is there an explosion of hockey interest here on the mighty LAist? Thank you Adam Rose! I was beginning to feel like that solitary nutjob on the corner who rails on about the miraculous healing power of magnets. Sure, hockey fever is finally rearing its rubbery head with Anaheim only one game away from winning the series, but on the bright side... it's better than nothing. (Which is also good advice for your love life.)

And let's be honest, if it was the Los Angeles Kings in the Final there'd be a heckuva lot more buzz in town and around the nation. But it's just homely ol' frumpy Anaheim. Anaheim is like that girl with the stellar personality, but questionable looks, who you would never introduce to your buddies. Mainly because they're assholes and would probably make fun of you for dating a hobo.

There is one minor difference though. That girl whom you only invited over in low light was never on the verge of winning a World Championship.