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Trying something new this week--a little preview of the weekend in sports action, to help you not get sucked into brunch when there's a game to watch. (Or, allow you to get sucked into brunch so you can beg off later to watch a game.)

Quite an exciting day in professional sports that Seattle doesn't have anymore: Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals is tonight at 5 p.m. on the Versus Network. Detroit leads Pittsburgh 2-1 in the series. Game 1 of the NBA Finals is tonight at 6 p.m. on ABC. It's Orlando vs. the L.A. Lakers.

On Monday, sports fans around the city celebrated the 30th anniversary of the Seattle SuperSonic’s 1979 NBA championship. Many people called it Seattle’s only professional sports championship. They were wrong. This year marks the 90th anniversary of a strange and sad occurrence in the history of Seattle’s first professional sports franchise: the Seattle Metropolitans hockey team.

In an attempt to reassemble New York City piece-by-piece, Seattle's Parks and Recreation department is shopping around the idea to put in a downtown ice-skating rink next winter. Park officials plan to place the (presumably) tourist-filled skating rink to take over in Pioneer Square's Occidental Square Park. In theory, it sounds like a good idea. (What recession?) But where will all the bums go who currently claim the park? Should we have them strap on some hockey skates and give 'em a go at hockey greatness with a bum-rush hockey league? Or maybe a broomball league?

People calling themselves Seattleites fell primarily into two camps when finding alternatives for a Sonics replacement: the Sounders crowd and the folks who think our professional basketball void could be filled with hockey.

When is it okay to boo?

Say "New York Giants" to most Seahawk fans, and the conversation will turn to the 2005 OT game at Qwest Field, where the Giants missed three field goals, including two in overtime, and the Hawks prevailed 24-21. Kicker Jay Feely had an epic fail that day, and his holder, punter Jeff Feagles, had the best seat in the house as the trainwreck unfolded.

Guy Maddin films are not for everyone. With his love of silent film flourishes and his often bizarre sense of humor, Maddin can easily confound viewers. To wit: we have a good friend who lives and breathes cinema. He likes his films weird and dark and avant garde. But even he says of Maddin, "I just can't handle the guy."

Not only does Detroit's last place baseball team sweep other last place teams (ours), they also have teams that make the postseason.

Another year, another Wig Bash. The local music website/indie PR firm is celebrating their fourth year in existence with four shows, two in Seattle followed by another two in Spokane, excellent line-ups for all. Festivities kick off tomorrow night with the official Wig Bash 08 preshow. Check it:

Sometimes the world really is a beautiful place. Specifically when there's beer involved. Jack's meeting friends on Saturday for a session of oak-aged beer tasting at Brouwer's Big Wood Fest. He'll then spend the rest of the day rubbing his tum tum and smiling a lot. Thrilled about the possibility of the year's first snow fall, Kim will spend as much of the weekend as possible getting over the cold that's been lingering for a...

According to the Mariners, pitchers and catchers report in 18 minutes! So, as has become annual Seattlest tradition, we present this ode to spring training, by Ogden Nash (1902-1971).

-Starbucks investors are disappointed for some reason.

Oh but do we have it in for the dailies today. The lead article in today's Seattle P-I describes the sorry state of our continent's vacated basketball arenas.

Seriously folks—and by "folks" we mean the writer-producers of Grey's Anatomy who likely will never read one word of our caustic, bitter prose—seriously. You gotta give us something to work with here. A recapper's job is a lonely and not very exciting one, and is made exponentially lonelier and less exciting when the object of our recapping is, how should we say...devoid of any action. When the most captivating event to take place in an hourlong drama is a self-done haircut done by one of the characters, you know you're in for a long night. Not that we didn't enjoy the episode, cause we did. It's just...if you're really gonna resort to the theatrics of personal minutiae at least make them ones involving Burke busting a move. We're just saying. So here we go.

The dark cloud of loss and failure has lifted! The jubilation in Seattle this week will be palpable. Not only did local skating phenomenon Apolo Ohno capture Olympic gold in the 500-meter, but Sweden won the gold in hockey. Expect to see the streets of Ballard teeming with puffed up Swedes yelling "Vi Vinna!!" To get a taste of the glory, we recommend stuffing yourself with fluffy golden medallions this Sunday, March 5, at the Swedish Cultural Center. The monthly pancake breakfast kicks off at 8 am and runs till 1:30 pm. For $6, you get flapjacks smothered in lingonberries and whipped cream, plus ham and coffee. As an added bonus, centarians in traditional costume usually dance and perform live Swedish music while you eat. The breakfast is served only on the first Sunday of every month, so you should go this weekend while victory is still burning hot.

If you're watching the Olympics we sincerely hope you're at least tuning in to the CBC and not NBC. We accidentally saw some of the men's halfpipe competition on the Costas chanel and it was, like, so rad. The camera angles were so funky fresh that it was impossible to get any sense of how a competitor was actually riding. Ok, most people don't know what a good ice dancing routine looks like either, but you don't film them with an under-ice cam do you? We're willing to bet more viewers are knowledgable about the finer points of snowboarding than they are about ice dancing. It's the Olympics, not a bunch of bras hitting a kicker in the back country and filming each other puking and bouncing off rocks. Please, NBC, leave the camera theatrics to the videos. Alternately, please do something, anything, to make ice dancing watchable. If you have to show entire routines via so-and-so's skate-cam, we're down.

Though official reports don't agree, we gather that Washington state is sending at least nine to ten athletes to the winter Olympics in Torino, Italy. The majority are competing in skiing events, along with two skaters, one hockey player, and a bobsledder. Ceremonies, running with flaming objects, and non-stop news coverage are all set to commence this Friday, February 10. In the media run-up to opening day, "we're desperate for a popular culture article" magazine The Scientist has paused to ask: Just what is in those olympic athletes' genes?

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, each of Seattle’s major sports franchises has its own mirthful mascot. Though sports mascots were historically intended to bring their respective teams good luck, nowadays it seems their only role is to provide live audiences with high-energy sideline entertainment. Their hyperactive antics usually involve dancing, pantomime, and general clowning around. They also mingle in the stands, delighting/scaring children, groping women, getting harassed by drunken fans, and enticing any furries in attendance.

Seattlest is pretty fond of our neighbors to the North--this much you probably already know. But despite our weakness for Canuckery, we can't avoid mocking curling as a sport, albeit an Olympic one. As luck would have it, a bunch of Seattlest's co-workers went curling and we got dragged along. Research, we rationalized, just research.

While soccer, hockey and a handful of other second-tier sports have been fighting to get themselves into your living room for over a decade, a few activities have managed to make the jump recently. Witness NASCAR, golf, and poker. Poker! It's on the TV nonstop and while some of us are looking forward to the day it gets its own cable channel (thereby getting the hell off ESPN2) others of us are apparently pretty into it. Regardless, it's World Series of Poker time.

Since we know that your are such a big fan of Japanese hip-hop and turntablism (always a fun word), we hardly need to remind you that DJ Krush will be playing this evening at the Showbox. If we are mistaken and you aren't already a fan of Japanese hip-hop and turntablism, we think you would enjoy DJ Krush, since he is a master at a nice down tempo funk beat and his style can best be described as chill as all heck (or if you are feeling naughty h-e-double hockey sticks).

Sure, there was talk of possible malpractice suits. In between commercial breaks, we could have sworn Meredith was in danger of losing her job. There may even have been some stuff about responsibility and adulthood thrown in for good measure. We weren't really paying attention to any of that, though. We were too busy watching the hot docs of Grey's Anatomy get it on.

Here's a piece of trivia that might win you a pint at the neighborhood bar someday: Who was the first U.S. hockey team to win the Stanley Cup? It was, believe it or not, the Seattle Metropolitans. Our city's short-lived professional hockey team captured the Cup in 1917.

It's not so often we get the chance to relish in the national promotion of our city, enjoy a little quality time with our tv sets and shamelessly force the name of our once and future crush into a post. (Ahem,  Patrick Dempsey.) Which is why Seattlest is proud to bring you this weekly feature on ABC's new medical drama, Grey's Anatomy. One part recap, one part rant, one part unabashed lovefest...wait, how many parts is that? Regardless, just read. And watch.

The NHL season has been scrapped, nearly saved and scrapped again and four of Seattle's five hockey fans haven't even noticed because the Thunderbirds have been playing on schedule. That last fan, though, has been having a rough go of it. How many times is he going to flip the televison to CBC in hopes of catching any hockey at all? And how many times will he be confronted with the curling Tournament of Hearts on CBC?

In preparation for tomorrow's roundup of the weeklies, Seattlest would like to welcome Tablet magazine to our Seattle media links list. Their February edition is out and the cover of "The Smut Issue" is arguably not work safe (which is a good thing).

During Seattlest's formative years in the eighties, we watched an obscenely large quantity of those low-grade horror films the movie studios kept pumping out on a near-weekly basis. Perhaps because of this, we still tend to avoid sleepaway camps, hockey games and people who wear gloves made out of knives. Even though we are older, gainfully employed, and no longer living with our parents, we still have a soft spot for all things scary (except for spiders, which totally wig us out). We were incredibly excited when we heard about the ACT theater putting on a performance of The Woman in Black. This gothic horror story of ghosts, curses, missing people, and lawyers is just the thing to hold us over until the next M. Night Shyamalan movie (forgetting, of course, about The Village, which really sucked).