Thursday, January 17, 2013

Twirling towards the NHL opener

Heading into this crazy shortened season, there are a lot of questions swirling. What can we expect? Will this be the year Detroit finally misses the playoffs? Will L.A. be the first team to win back-to-back titles since 1998?  Will Marc-Andre Fleury trick people into thinking he’s an NHL level goalie again? Will I try to answer any of these questions? Of course not. Instead I’d like to outline a few things I’ll be cheering for this year.

Failure by the Bruins and Wild


If my wife had her way, every game would end in a tie so no one would ever have to feel bad about losing. Luckily, I don’t share this view. I almost enjoy it more when I watch some teams lose than when I watch my own team win. Almost. Sometimes I enjoy watching a team fail because I dislike a player on the roster (any team with Pronger), or the team has recently knocked my preferred team from the playoffs (Nashville, San Jose). Sometimes I want a team to lose because they’ve won too much (New Jersey) or too little (Columbus).

But during this very special lockout-shortened season there are two teams whose downfall would truly warm my icy heart.

There have always been mild reasons to cheer against the Wild. They have a terrible name. They have often lacked skill and relied on playing an uninteresting, trap style as if they were the Devils West. But without question the top reason to root for their failure is the man who signs the Wild paychecks: Craig Leopold.

Leopold got into hockey when the NBA wouldn’t have him. He bought and then owned the Predators for about 10 years, during which time he loudly complained about all the money he was losing. He then sold the Preds and turned around and bought the Wild. But the money complaints did not end, despite being located in one of the best hockey markets in America. Last year Leopold made it known that he felt player salaries were too high. So of course his team signed two players for almost $200 million this summer. This would seem to be contradictory until you realize that he had no intention of paying the full value of those contracts. He immediately went to work leading the owners’ charge into the lockout with the aim of worming his way out of paying the money he owed the players.

But if you think Leopold is bad, he has nothing on Bruins owner Jeremy Jacobs. Jacobs is famously tight-fisted and really hasn’t been happy since the players’ position moved away from the indentured servitude days of the pre-80s. He ran fan favorites out of town to save money and Bruce Dowbiggin even made the point that he single-handedly kept down the salaries of defensemen throughout the league by underpaying Ray Bourque for his entire career (how’d that career end by the way?).
When the Bruins won their last cup, Jacobs used the celebration as an opportunity to remind Cam Neely that his injury shortened career included no Stanley Cup rings. What a guy? Throughout the lockout you read stories about Jacobs laughing at the players to their faces during negotiations, making it clear he was incredulous that he had to deign to hold talks with mere athletes. So, yeah, as long as he’s the owner I will delight in every Bruins defeat.

Teemu trade

 
Teemu Selanne is one of the greatest hockey players ever, this is widely agreed upon. And yet, I still think he’s underrated. He was 22 when he joined the league and he’s 42 now. During that 20 years only twice did Selanne score fewer than 20 goals in a season (and one of those years he played only 26 games). He has 663 career goals, good for 12th all time, even after playing through most of the clutch-and-grab ‘90s and with two full seasons worth of games lost to owner lockouts. Had things gone differently, he could have already reached the top five in career goals. All of this is to say that a player of this caliber deserves to go out with a bang. Playing for a mediocre team like the Ducks is a whimper. He would be a perfect deadline addition for a contender, and I hope he consents to the trade when the time comes.

Some kind of help for Detroit’s D

There’s really no way to replace Nick Lidstrom. His offense, maybe, but not his defense and ability to make the breakout pass. He controlled the play like few people ever have and I imagine things are about to get a little hot for one James Howard.
The Wings also lost Brad Stuart. Now, down the stretch he’d become a turnover machine with his heads in the clouds, and his Nashville series was pretty much as bad as it gets. I mean he didn’t shoot the puck directly into his own net, or injure someone on his own team, but that’s the only way things could have gotten worse.
So maybe you’re thinking Stuart wasn’t much of a loss, but between him and Lidstrom, that’s a lot of pure defensive skill that’s gone. The rest of the blue line is made up of a bunch of solid second pair guys who do nicely on the power play. There is no alpha dog who can get inside the head of the top opposing player. So I would love it if Ken Holland made a move beyond bringing in Carlo “I’m already injured” Colaiacovo.

Resurgent Alex Ovechkin/Sidney Crosby



After the 04-05 lockout, Ovechkin and Crosby provided two sad sack franchises with two once-in-a-generation talents. As rookies: Ovie had 52 goals and 106 points; Crosby had 39 goals and 102 points. AS ROOKIES! Seven seasons later and neither guy has looked the same in a while. Crosby has missed significant time in three of his seven seasons, and Ovechkin’s scoring has dropped from 109 points, to 85, to 65 over the past three years. I hope that these two guys can return to previous glory and expand the scoring race from just Stamkos, Giroux and Malkin. Things are just much more fun when these two superstars are playing like superstars.

A resolution to that mess in the desert


As I said in my last post, the repeated lockouts and keystone cops running the league make it hard not to be embarrassed as an NHL fan. Trust me, the Phoenix Coyotes are not making things any easier. You often hear that winning is the cure for most problems around pro teams. That may be true some places, but not in Phoenix. The team has racked up 303 points, a division title and a trip to the conference finals over the past three seasons. During that time the ‘Yotes attendance ranked last, second to last and last again.

I’m sure part of it is that the team has been owned by the NHL for three years now and it’s unclear how long they will stick around. But come on, this team has been in the desert for 15 seasons, just two shy of the franchise’s stint in Winnipeg. If the fans aren’t coming out yet, I’m not sure they ever will. It’s way past time for the NHL to close the book on the ownership drama in Phoenix.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

You too can get over the owners' lockout

A new season is nigh upon us after indisputably the most disgusting, greed-fueled owners’ lockout in sports history. And just as NHL players prepare to jump right into a shortened fluke of a season, I too am trying to find some mid-season blogging form. I’ll admit this has been a challenge due to residual resentment and anger leftover from the owners’ lockout. But a few things have helped me to start to get past that.

No, I’m not talking about Gary Bettman’s supremely generous offer to give fans a discount for the Center Ice TV/online package (Gee, you mean I really don’t have to pay full price for a 48 game season? What a guy!). Here is what has actually helped me stoke my hockey passions anew.

I went to see a hockey game and oh yeah, it’s awesome!


A couple weeks ago I took in a WHL game between the Everett Silvertips and the Spokane Chiefs. It was a pretty fantastic tilt that involved two third period penalty shots. There is nothing as fast as hockey. The frenetic pace almost never lets up and in a good game the tension doesn’t either. The sport is in my DNA, so there was no way I was going to stop watching, even if an entire year had been scrubbed.

I can wear hockey shwag again

I don’t have a ton of hockey gear (something I would like to eventually change), but I’ve got a couple of T-shirts, a sweater, a long-sleever, a couple hats. And as part of my silent protest, I did not wear these during the lockout. With the lockout over, I can now rock the winged wheel without guilt. I didn’t even pop in NHL 12 to win another virtual cup, since it was an officially licensed NHL product. (Yeah, I said 12. No way was I buying 13 during a lockout)

My first chance at fantasy hockey vengeance

Remember last year when my fantasy team was clearly destined for the championship and I was somehow robbed in the last week of the playoffs? Of course you don’t! No one cares about anyone else’s fantasy team. But participating in a draft is a quick way to get sucked back into the belly of the beast. I will prove that I’m smartest with my unknown AHLer future star pick in round 23!

I’ve found more ways to protest


One thing that you know if you’re reading this is that we hockey fans are kind of like our own little cult. We’re on the fringe of sports society. ESPN covers the sport less than The Onion (and half as well). One thing I saw mentioned very rarely during the lockout was just how embarrassing this whole thing was, and not just for the ones doing the negotiating.

Seriously, the NHL owners nearly destroyed themselves by canceling a season. Then after coming back with a new generation of stars leading to higher and higher revenue ($3.3 billion a year by the end of the CBA) the owners turned around and said they were willing to risk destroying the league again in order to get an extra billion back from the players (you know, those guys we actually pay to see?). All that dysfunction really makes it hard to be an NHL fan without permanently hanging your head.
Hockey fans love to boast that theirs is the best sport around (Yes, you actually have to argue that point outside of Canada). But what’s your comeback against football fans when they can simply point out that their sport is playing games and yours is not? You feel like Ralph Wiggum with a set of plastic scissors while the teacher says the other children are right to laugh at you.

The NHL owners completely take their fans for granted, and rightly so. We will always come back, our love of the game is too deep. But still, I’ve struggled with feeling kind of dirty for being associated with a league that features so many scumbag owners. So I’ve decided to continue some of my protests.
Yes, I popped NHL 12 into the old Xbox, dusted off my Wings shirts, and I might even break out my Datsyuk sweater this weekend. But here are a few things I will not be doing until the puck drops for the 2013-2014 season.

  • I will not be paying $59.99 for the Center Ice package to catch the 28 or so Red Wings games that I wouldn’t otherwise see. Sorry, Gary, not even with your generous discount that is totally not insulting at all.
  • I will not be driving up to Vancouver when the Wings come to town, or to see any other NHL games.
  • I will not be buying any new hats, hilarious custom shirts, or any other NHL gear.
I know that none of this will make any difference in 8 years when the owners opt out of the CBA and lockout the players again. But at least this makes me feel just a little less helpless and able to start moving past the bitter lockout pill.