Croxall grew up rooting for rough-and-tumble Leafs forward Wendel Clark. Las Vegas on Saturday night was still calculating the over/under for total number of Labatt’s 12-ouncers to be consumed by the “Crash With Croxy’’ gang.
Crashed Ice has to bring its track to Boston. Another Red Bull series, Cliff Diving, has been to the Hub, twice sending ever-brave divers over the side of the Institute of Contemporary Art and into Boston Harbor. Red Bull has some real moxie when it comes to novel twists on sports we love. And with the game being twisted into knots right now, Crashed Ice may have to serve as your 2012-13 hockey fix.
I could see Crashed Ice in the Hub of Hockey. Totally. Just as in Quebec City, the track could be set up downtown, on the Common, at the front door of the State House. Hoist high that starting ramp to the top of the Golden Dome, line up skaters four across, and send those bravehearts steaming and careening across Beacon Street, hook a right toward Charles, loop back in the direction of Marlborough and set the finish line at the Make Way for Ducklings statues at the corner of the Public Garden.
It’s hockey season, and without the Bruins, maybe Crashed Ice and ducklings will have to do.