Chris Coad
Chris Coad
Wait, what?
I heard they were playing a few games in Sweden and the Czech Republic to start the season.
Oh dear, I can see how my quip could've been confusing, were one actively seeking specific information on the game schedule for the beginning of the NHL season this year. Allow me to clarify, please.
My intent with that sentence was less literal and utilitarian and more metaphoric and fanciful. I think my mistake was that my attempt at humor presumed a familiarity with the perhaps rather obscure old saw "...when hell freezes over," (a saw that is made even more confusing by being a sentence fragment and not a complete aphorism on its own merits). At any rate, this phrase is traditionally used to describe something so improbable as to be nearly impossiblei.e., it's so very very hot in the stereotypical Christian hell that ice would never even begin to form, much less freeze the whole place over. It just couldn't happen, no way no how.
Thus, the humorous sentiment that I attempted (rather clumsily) to imply was that Manuel's enjoyment of Victor's wine, combined with his use of the word 'elegant' to describe it, was in fact a wildly improbable event. So much so that (mirabile dictu!) hell DID in fact freeze over, at least in the amusing vision that I'm attempting to construct. EXCEPT (and here's where I think some of the trouble comes in) I didn't say just exactly that. What I did then was make a rather ungainly psycho-lexicological leap, assuming the reader's familiarity with the National Hockey League's typical playing surface (ice) and assuming equally that one ought not be distracted by my pivoting the jape around an only tangentially-related and somewhat distracting subject (the NHL).
So to cut through the clutter and restate myself in a less confusing fashion: Damn, Camblor calls a wine of Victor's 'elegant'? I think hell just froze over!
More concrete information on National Hockey League scheduling can be found here.