Jeremy Roenick's quest for a Stanley Cup ring seems to be picking up plenty of steam in the hockey world this spring. (CP Images)
Close to three decades ago, my mother, like every other woman in North America, was caught up in finding out "Who Shot J.R.?"
Too bad that cheesy soap opera got their man back in 1980. I'm sure there were more than a few Calgary Flames fans looking for a little vigilante justice a few nights back.
In case you've been living in a cave - or Atlanta - the deciding game in the Sharks and Flames series was center stage for hockey's own gunslinging J.R. and did he ever stick the dagger into the heart of the Red Mile Tuesday night.
Seems Jeremy Roenick is pretty desperate to finally get fitted for a Cup ring.
In my diatribe a few weeks back, I was of the opinion that the rallying cry for Roenick to get that long-overdue Stanley Cup would not be as loud as those reserved for Steve Yzerman and Ray Bourque, thanks in no small part to the number of people Roenick has pissed off over the years.
Not so fast. Looks like Roenick is gaining himself a healthy little fan club this spring.
Obviously not content with playing a fourth-line role in San Jose, all Roencik did in the pivotal Game 7 for the Sharks, a team with a questionable playoff history, was jump down straight from the press box to put together a four-point night, allowing the Sharks to see another day.
Jeremy Roenick's loose lips have often seen him in hot water with the league and put him on front pages of sports sections everywhere.
Something has changed this spring. Roenick still carries the wit, the candor, but the focus is now on chasing, and catching, a guy named Stanley.
And that chase is gaining momentum in the hockey world.
Maybe, these days, it's more about the ring than giving the finger.