I will knock out a few post-Olympic posts today to wrap up the Games.

I did not need any more reasons to hate Sidney Crosby. I think he’s an entitled little prima donna punk who plays for a team I have enjoyed loathing for a good 20-some years now. Then he had to go score the winning goal in the gold medal Olympic hockey game yesterday.

A little more hate is always good though, especially in hockey.

Yeah, I hear you Pittsburgh fans. He has been on the Stanley Cup and Olympic champions in the past year. Very nice, but I think the other guys on those teams did a lot more than Crosby in many of the decisive moments.

That’s why the winning goal irks me so much. He was a non-entity in the game for so long. I really didn’t want Canada to win, but will have to hear forever now about Crosby playing the hero when he really just decided to show up for one very alert play at the right time. That’s not heroic. That’s fortunate.

The Pens fans have also already started on the “where was Alex Ovechkin” stuff. First of all, he’s not American so he isn’t germane to yesterday’s game. Yes, the Russians did lose to Canada, but neither Ovie or Crosby played a big role in that game. I don’t see a direct correlation to the US game.

I don’t care how many plaudits Crosby gains, I’ll never, ever think of him the same way as Ovechkin. One has fun playing hockey. The other expects everyone to kiss his butt for being ordained a superstar before he played. Ovie isn’t perfect, but at least he generally shares his joy with the fans instead of expecting the fans (and the players) to show why they deserve his attention like Crosby does.

I would have been a little upset regardless of who scored the winning goal, but that punk decides to show up for one play to take my irrational hate up another ten notches. What did I do to deserve this?