They huddle in the catacombs of this city like some kind of secret society. They drink lots of beer. They scream and they shout and scratch their heads because most of the world chooses to ignore their passion. They are the hockey fans of Hong Kong, a subterranean species gathering in the basement of the Charterhouse Hotel at Champs sports bar where they are currently indulging in that most sublime pleasure known as the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Now if I have to tell you how enjoyable and riveting playoff hockey is, then you are beyond help.
You're probably hopelessly adrift on some sort of silly tangent like watching Kobe Bryant and his dysfunctional Los Angeles Lakers or that hideous new tattoo David Beckham got on the back of his neck in time for next week's European Championship.
Well, to each his own I say. However, I would be totally remiss were I not to at least try to enlighten you somewhat to the joys of playoff hockey. I said enlighten, not convert.
There is a marked difference between the two and because the powers that be at the National Hockey League have failed to recognise this difference, the game is on the precipice of disaster.
You can't teach a rock to swim and you can't force someone to like hockey. Forcing hockey into places where it clearly does not belong is a fool's work and the name of that fool is NHL commissioner Gary Bettman.