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Knee-jerks: @ Florida & Tampa Bay, 3/30/07 & 3/31/07

Well, things are really getting to be a grind, now. Waived-off goals, bad penalties and strange special-teams play, smashed sticks and iPods, the past two games haven’t been a lot of fun to watch. The games had their similarities (the results) and some big differences, as well.

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The Caps played well enough in Florida to win, and were game for a bit in Tampa Bay. Florida is a comparable team to Washington in terms of talent currently on the roster; Tampa Bay is well ahead of both, and thus the results aren’t too surprising. Tampa’s talent asserted itself to provide a relatively easy win for the Lightning, while the Panthers had to fight to get the extra point.

Just some quick observations, as it’s all kind of a painful blur.

  • Jiri Novotny’s play has picked up, which is nice, and you have to wonder how related it is to his RFA status.
  • Quietly, Matt Pettinger has put up similar numbers to his break-out season last year.
  • Four of the six Caps’ defensemen took a penalty against Florida.
  • Alex Ovechkin was really throwing the body in the Tampa game, which may have led to the Brashear/Roy fight. On the other hand, it’s entirely possible those fellas didn’t need any outside influences to go.
  • Jeff Schultz continues his non-descript play, which is a big positive for a 20 year-old rookie defenseman.
  • It’s an exercise in futility, but you have to wonder if things would go down a little differently if the waived-off goal in Florida is counted.

Three games left and the team’s in about the same boat as it was last year: low in the Eastern conference and under-manned via injury and trade. Philadelphia is a lock for last place in the league, but the Caps could finish at 29th, facing Florida, visiting Atlanta, and hosting Buffalo to finish out the season. It’s tough to shake off the losing, but these are, allegedly, the last three games of the rebuild.

More Foul Winds Under Wirtz

Chicago Logo - image from TSN.ca
Chicago Logo - image from TSN.ca
Today’s Chicago Tribune details what is perhaps the nadir of the Chicago Blackhawks under Bill Wirtz: free tickets there can’t even be given away:

“One of the National Hockey League’s charter franchises, the Blackhawks have been so desperate to attract fans to a half-empty United Center that the organization has been offering free seats through numerous promotions, including an e-mail campaign that put top-notch freebies the length of a hockey stick from the ice.

“It’s called papering the house,” said Barry Melrose, a former NHL player and now a hockey analyst for ESPN. “I’m not surprised they are doing it. It’s been a terrible period for the Blackhawks. People are frustrated and angry, and the fans are showing it the only way they can, by staying away.”

Some relevant facts: owner Wirtz has held hard on his refusal to televise Blackhawk home games — all of them. That’s a policy that runs counter not only to the rest of the NHL but modern common sense. Even Abe Pollin recognized the imperative of getting the Caps’ home games on TV decades ago, when his building was half full. And one of Ted Leonsis’ first accomplishments as owner was to get all 82 Caps’ games on TV.

Chicago is and long has been one of America’s great sports towns. It still has great fans, and those fans have proven that they will lavishly support competently run professional sports teams (think Cubs, White Sox, Bears). But with the the recent feats of the White Sox and Bears in mind, who can much blame the city’s hockey fans for staying away from the United Center’s hockey nights in droves?

This state of affairs on Lake Michigan is no trifling matter. Beyond being an Original Six franchise, the Hawks have given birth to hockey legends. It was Bobby Hull in his Hawks’ sweater on the cover of Life Magazine; Larmer . . . Savard . . . Chelios . . . Roenick; the Hawks drafted Dominik Hasek. Bill Wirtz more or less has full prerogative to run the club as he sees fit. Right now, he’s running it into the ground.

For Those About To Rock, OFB Salutes You

The soundtrack of the pro hockey arena the past two-plus decades, perhaps predictably, has nightly included one of Canada’s most idiosyncratic exports: Geddy, Alex, and Neil — Rush. I’m not sure I’ve watched an NHL game on TV the last 20 years without hearing a snippet of one of their radio hit records of the ’80s aired during a stoppage of play. The band is back with fresh material in 2007, embarking on a world tour this summer and fall, and three-quarters of not-too-old-to-rock-out-still OFB will be in attendance. Later this morning, tickets for those shows will go on sale all across the country, but in a way that is anything but progressive.

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Rush - on stage

My chief thought this weekend is the loss, attributable to technology, of one of my favorite life experiences: showcasing my allegiance to my band with nights of shopping mall campouts in line for Rush tickets. Once upon a time, before modems, the loyal fan who wanted to attend the show had to scrounge together his lawn-cutting earnings, insert fresh batteries in the boombox, gather his Hemispheres and 2112 and Moving Pictures cassettes, and make a hurried race to the suburban shopping mall cement for fully 36 hours (at least) in advance of the 10:00 a.m. ticket sale to assure his admission. It was, for me, a sacred ritual. A most satisfying sacrifice. I did it in high school and college in places like Rockville, Md., Richmond, Va., and Dayton, Ohio. I’d do it again now, for sales this weekend, if just two other Rush fans would join me, pledging to bring a cooler of beer and, I suppose, a digitized boombox . . . although I’d prefer to see one of those tape-playing clunky giants of the forgotten past.

I have so many cherished memories from those eons of hours in lines. The early ‘80s were so chock full of great heavy sounds; we didn’t listen just to Rush throughout the nights but also AC/DC and Pink Floyd and Sabbath and Zeppelin. And the beautiful thing about that time was that you didn’t even need your cassettes with you to hear them; you could scroll all up and down the FM dial and land on album rock greatness seemingly without ever encountering a commercial. Man do I miss that. XM’s got nothing on the spirit of that radio.

Here’s my predictable Old Fart lament: kids today — to the extent that they even listen to rock any more — will never know those sacred nights of sacrifice and their classic sounds. Continue reading ›

Who Is Janne Lahti?

janne_lahti_jani_kein_nen_hpk.jpgHis name arose this afternoon during a WaPost chat with Tarik:

“Fredericksburg, Va.: “Tarik, Janne Lahti scored another goal for HPK in the Finnish playoffs to send the game to OT. He has seven goals in seven games now. I hope the rumors of him signing here are true.”

Tarik El-Bashir: “I heard those rumors, too. I’ve been trying to get a hold of GMGM to confirm. Not that he’ll say anything, though. But that’s never stopped me from trying.”

We hadn’t heard his name before today, but we’ve conducted a bit of crack research. He goes about 6 ‘2, 200, and he skates for HPK Hameenlinna of the Finnish Elite League. He’ll be 25 this July. In 56 games with HPK this season he potted 20 goals and 14 assists — those goals in particular are eye-catching in any European Elite league. They’re solidly in the postseason in Finland now, and through seven games Lahti has 7 goals.

That there is potential interest from the Caps in signing him is the stuff even of Finnish hockey message boards these days:

“Iltalehden mukaan Janne Lahti olisi Washington Capitalsin miehiä ensi kaudella eli ei sitten tulisi meille. “

My Finnish is as bad as yours (worse, likely), but even I can make out the middle portion of that passage.

10 Questions for a Full-Time NHL Scout, Part II

[The following continues a conversation with NHL Scout started Thursday, March 29, 2007]

In Part II of my dialogue with NHLScout, I examine the contemporary American hockey development landscape, particularly with respect to college hockey, as this is his primary scouting territory. I sought to get a portrait of the college game’s increasing infusion of talent from very non-traditional outposts, like California and the lower Midwest. I also wanted his thoughts on Ann Arbor’s USNDTP, now in its 10th year of existence.

pucksandbooks: What is the “offseason” like for you? Late spring or summer, what are your principal tasks for your NHL club?

NHLScout: The “offseason” really depends on where you are. The draft is in late June, and every team has meetings in early June. Come summer, there are tournaments in different parts of the world — Europe, Boston, Michigan, different areas of Canada. It just depends on your role on your team, and where the good players are. If you are a trusted, veteran scout, and a top kid is playing in the Slovakian tournament in July, you’re on that plane. For the most part, summer is pretty low key. From Mid-May (or so) to late August (or so) you have meetings, the draft, and maybe two or three tournaments. A lot of guys will work hockey schools to bring in some extra cash.

pucksandbooks: The 10th birthday of the United States National Development Team Program (USNDTP) is occasioning its share of overview from the American hockey journalism community. What is your sense of where it is today?

NHLScout: I think the successes of the U.S. Development Program are clear — top draft picks, numerous college players. On the one hand, it’s too bad that leagues such as the Minnesota High School league or the New England Prep Schools are losing their top players. On the other, the U.S. is finally producing elite level players such as Jack Johnson, Eric Johnson, Phil Kessell, etc. on a consistent basis thanks to better coaching, better preparation, and better competition. It’s helped the college game by giving them more ready-made prospects. And it’s given players such as those previously mentioned the chance to play against good competition.

Is it a perfect system? No. Is it worthwhile, and better than not having the team? Definitely.

pucksandbooks: I’m a strong believer that scholarships in college hockey ought to be given to as many American hockey players as possible. There are far more Americans there today than there were 15 or 20 years ago. Looking ahead, will the college game, do you think, be able to maintain its basically North American identity, or will more international players comprise those rosters much as they have in recent years with Canadian Juniors (which is capped, of course)? Or, is it simply too difficult in terms of resources for college coaching staffs to scout European players?

NHLScout: I have no real preference where college hockey gives the scholarships. To me, I want the best players in college hockey. I would hope that U.S. youth hockey will continue producing enough top players that the majority of the players will be American, just as Canadian Junior Hockey should remain predominantly Canadian. However, if it means raising the quality of play, I will happily embrace Europeans and Canadians in the college game. In fact, with pro teams now strip-mining the college game (thanks to a CBA change, college players now cost less to sign, so teams are taking more and more players who are not quite ready because there’s less cash at risk), college hockey is going to need to find new sources of talent to even maintain the current level of play.

pucksandbooks: InsideCollegeHockey.com earlier this year published what I thought was an under- appreciated report titled “States of the Game,” about where college hockey players come from, by state and province. The thing that stood out to me was California’s emergence. More than 30 Californians were on D-I college rosters this season. What the heck is going on out there, and with places like Texas and Missouri, too?

NHLScout: What’s going on in the warm weather states is very simple — NHL expansion worked. In 1991, the San Jose Sharks arrived in California, expanding the NHL’s presence beyond LA. It’s now 16 years later. Those college kids from California were roughly 3-5 when the NHL got there. Now they’re hockey players. That’s not an accident.

Others will look at the Gretzky trade — 1988, hockey hits the big time in LA. That was 19 years ago. Guess how old these college kids are? 1992, Tampa Bay. 1993, Florida, Anaheim, Dallas. The kids who picked up hockey because they were finally being exposed to it are just now hitting the age where they are hitting the national scene.

California, Texas, and Florida are widely considered (among) the best states for athletes in football and baseball. To make my math easy, let’s say that in 1993 there were 5 million 5-year-old boys in those three states. 2.5 million played football, 2.5 played baseball. Now, let’s say 500,000 of those kids picked up hockey. All of a sudden, you’re talking about some of the best young athletes in America lacing up the skates instead of playing other sports. An extra half million athletes for leagues to pick through to find talent. While the vast majority of those athletes will fail (as is the case with all athletes), the USHL, NAHL, New England Prep Schools, NCAA, and, eventually, the NHL now have a deeper talent pool to utilize.

I forget where I heard this, but I’m sure one of your readers can find it: look back at the recent U.S. Bantam/Midget National Champions. I’m fairly certain many of them have been from California. The number of rinks in these states has exploded, meaning that ice time becomes cheaper and parents don’t have to drive three hours to get their kids on the ice. The kids who used to be centerfielders are now centres, and that’s vitally important for the future of the NHL. While intelligent people can disagree on the merits of expansion and how it immediately affected the NHL talent pool, we’re just now beginning to reap the benefits of exposing young athletes to the game.

pucksandbooks: My last question for you: who will get — and who should get — the Hobey Baker this year?

NHLScout: If I had a vote for the Hobey Baker, I would vote for David Brown from Notre Dame. Frankly, no player had a better season than Brown. He was the most outstanding player in college hockey. The other nominees all had great seasons — Bagnall was an amazing defenseman, Curry carried BU at times, Hensick and Duncan are two of the best offensive threats in college hockey, etc. — but I have questions about the merits of all of them.

For example, Brown had better numbers than Curry, and on a worse team. Duncan plays on a line with Oshie and Toews, making him the third best player on his own line. Hensick, like Curry, is surrounded by an impressive supporting cast. Frankly, for their talent level, ND was barely a Top 25 team. It was only because of coaching and David Brown that they were ranked #1. That said, I expect Hensick and Brown to split the Midwest/Western vote and Curry to carry the entire East Coast, so he’ll bring it home. For me, it would have gone (1) Brown, (2) Hensick, (3) Curry, (4) Bagnall, (5) Duncan.

By the way, I’ve had a couple of days to check out your site, and count me as a future regular reader. You guys have done a terrific job.

I’d like to first thank you for this opportunity, and the readers of this blog for their support of the greatest sport in the world. And if you see a scout at a game, buy him a coffee. He works his ass off to put the product you see out there on the ice, and he’ll appreciate it.

pucksandbooks: The Frozen Four is coming to Washington in 2009, and I expect to see you there. You won’t be paying for your coffee or your beer that week. Thanks for giving my readers and me so much of your time and such thought-provoking insight.

Hobey Baker Finalists Announced

Notre Dame’s David Brown, Air Force’s Eric Ehn, and North Dakota’s Ryan Duncan today were announced as finalists for this year’s Hobey Baker award. The award will be made next Friday in St. Louis at the Frozen Four.

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10 Questions for a Full-Time NHL Scout

If you were to compile a list of the most intriguing and alluring professions (outside of being a highly paid pro athlete), what might be called “dream jobs,” you might include a ski instructor at Vail, a photographer for Hugh Heffner, perhaps a road test driver for Porsche. My list would include being paid to travel around the world to watch hockey, with rinks as my office, as a scout. On conference calls I’d be asked to discuss slick-skating Slovaks and mischief-makers from Moose Jaw.

In this role I could envision myself shamelessly dropping the names of athletes and locales, annoying my fellow air travelers in their comparatively mundane business comings and goings with “Once I land in Stockholm I’ll race over to national team headquarters to obtain a progress report on Jergen . . . for I understand he’s tearing up the Elite League.” This likely explains why I am not a hockey scout; at times I lack subtlety.

Of course, our perceptions of these professions are premised on myth and an outsider’s necessarily flawed vantage. When you actually get a chance to talk to someone in them, markedly different realities are detailed for you. This was my experience recently in an entirely unplanned and altogether fortuitous exchange I had with a full-time NHL scout. From the moment I confirmed his identity I knew I wanted to pick his hockey head clean of its “a season in the life of” experiences and analyses, for his is a line of work long shrouded behind the scenes, in mystery even, by design.

In this scout I had not only a fertile and fruitful information source but an emblem of hockey’s most impassioned: you don’t go into hockey scouting because the loading gig at Home Depot didn’t come through, you scout — necessarily making unfathomable sacrifices on your personal life — because you possess in inexhaustable fire for life on ice, he told me. He didn’t merely answer my questions in rich detail but created compositions with my readers’ perceived curiosity foremost in mind. He asked of me only that I preserve his anonymity and that of his NHL employer. I happily obliged.

He is based in the U.S. He covers a major region of the country — its colleges and prominent high school programs. He is responsible for all of the teams and players in one of college hockey’s power conferences. And at times he is also tasked with scouting junior hockey and the occasional professional game.

Scouting Technology - photo from International Scouting Services Inc.
Scouting Technology - photo from International Scouting Services Inc.

pucksandbooks: Most hockey fans have an impression that the life of an NHL scout has to be pretty much the closest thing to Heaven on Earth as far as careers go. I mean, what could be better than getting paid to watch terrific hockey! Jet planes, morning skates, and hotels with embroidered bathrobes. Firstly, how accurate are our general impressions of this career, and would you identify for OFB readers both your favorite and least favorite aspects of it?

NHLScout: I love when people talk about the glamour of this job. Let me make it clear from the start that I love my job. There is literally nothing I would rather be doing in the world. As you said, I get paid to watch hockey — what could be better? I’m sure people will skip this disclaimer and read what follows as me complaining, but that’s not my intention. I just want to strip the “glamour” idea from the job. Scouting is a grind. The glamour is for athletes, GMs, and some coaches. The scouts are the faceless drones who do the grunt work without the public recognition.

I’m one of the younger scouts, and single. On a “home” week for me, I’ll spend Tuesday through Sunday driving to games, watching games, and sitting at home filing game reports. I frequently drive 5 hours to see a game, then drive 5 back (through snow, rain, ice, whatever else) when the game ends. That means I’ll leave my house around noon on Friday, and get home around 3 a.m. Saturday. I haven’t had a Friday or Saturday night off since the last weekend in August. When I’m on the road, it’s long drives, small towns, and hotel rooms. Ever been to Medicine Hat, Alberta? Or Sioux City, Iowa? Or some random town I can’t spell in Latvia? NHL scouts have.

And this isn’t NHL hockey we get to watch every night. I’ve seen high school games where one player is a borderline 7th round pick, and the rest of the kids can’t even skate. It’s painful to watch and hard to focus — you end up trying to find attractive women in the crowd, or staring at the clock as the minutes count down. Scouting is a time consuming, exhausting job, especially for wives and children. I’m incredibly lucky to not be married at this point — I don’t know how the wives are able to do it. Their husbands are gone for weeks at a time, work strange hours, and have very little time off. Honestly, the toughest people in hockey are the wives and children. It’s amazing what they have to deal with.

My favorite part of the job is hard to choose. I love the community. Scouts are a tight-knit group of men who do their best to look out for each other. Older scouts helping rookies with things like hotels, directions, back doors to rinks, etc. Rookies driving the older guys while they catch up on some rest. Going and talking to the athletes and coaches and finding out information. Hearing the stories of guys who have scouted for 50 years (”I remember seeing Bobby Orr back in juniors. One game . . . “) never ceases to entertain me. I love the first moment of every day when I walk into a rink, and feel the cold, and smell the sweat, and just feel at home. I love those infrequent games where you see something special — a player you just know will be a star, or a goal you’ve never seen before, or a great fight. I love that my job changes every day.

My least favorite part of the job is just the travel and lack of free time, which gets old pretty fast. For every trip to a great city like New York or Boston or Madison, Wis., there’s the trip to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, or some small town in Western Canada, or a place in Russia where no one else speaks English. I don’t really have time for a social life because I’m working every night. I also wouldn’t mind if women were more impressed by the job title. When I get a rare night off and go out to a bar, I usually end up surrounded by male hockey fans who are asking me questions, while the girls of the group walk off to find a doctor or a cop. Continue reading ›

The Pain and Suffering Index

ESPN’s Page 2 debuted their Pain and Suffering formula today for the four major sports. The writers calculate just how much misery has been inflicted upon a given team’s fans (any team that won its sport’s championship in the past twenty-five years is excluded), then list the 46 most aggrieved fan bases.

The Flyers come in at #3 overall, the highest (lowest?) ranked NHL team. The Caps make an appearance on the list as well . . . with a bonus Jagr Mullet photo:

30. WASHINGTON CAPITALS

Last title: Never Seasons: 31 Playoffs: 18 Winning seasons: 18 Finals losses: 1 (1)

The worst team ever? The Capitals joined the NHL in 1974, and let us pray we never see a team this bad again. They finished 8-67-5 and won just one road game. They were outscored 446-181. Apparently, the Hanson brothers were unavailable.

Not quite a soul-sucking moment but much worse than a kick to the groin: The Caps were strong through the ’80s, making the playoffs every year from ‘83 to ‘96. But their playoff heartbreak was best defined by the famous Easter Epic first-round loss to the Islanders in 1987. The teams were meeting for the fifth straight year in the playoffs, but the Caps took a 3-1 series lead. New York forced Game 7, which was broadcast on ESPN on Saturday night before Easter … but the game wouldn’t end until Easter morning, when the Islanders’ Pat Lafontaine finally scored the winner in the fourth overtime.

P & S rating: 3.00 (equivalent to six Jaromir Jagrs)

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Newborn Penguins, Waddling in Very Winning Ways

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A non-startling confession: I haven’t been in that many professional sports team locker rooms — fewer than 10, including visits during this landmark season of blogger access courtesy of owner Ted Leonsis — and so perhaps what I’m about to report is couched in the naivete of limited exposure, as well as my personal encroachment upon middle-aged-ness. But the astounding youth abundantly on display in the Pittsburgh Penguins’ vistor’s locker last night in no way seems to comport with the long-established protocols for success in the National Hockey League. It’s one thing to have a few kids on a big league roster that’s targeting a healthy run through the postseason; it’s quite another to have a half dozen of them be the centerpiece of a team’s pretensions of contention.

In this league as I’ve come to know it, kids like these should be feasted upon night after night by the cunning experience and physical prowess of their more seasoned opponents.

You know how bars occasionally have ’80s nights by which we can reacquaint with schlocky one-hit pop wonders? Every day in the Pens’ room is ’80s night, cause that’s when so many of them were born.

Here is what I saw as I entered: to my immediate right a seated Marc Andre Fleury, born in 1984, entirely unpadded and sweat-soaked, speaking in heavy French-Canadian-accented clips of conspicuous modesty, bearing a very boyish frame and an even more boyish visage. I really thought he could have been mistaken for a first-year netminder in Canadian Major Juniors. In the immediacy of the moment, it wasn’t possible for me to stare at Fleury and see a world-traveling professional athlete. Instead, as the hour neared 10:00, I wondered at the youth’s not having parents around to enforce an appropriate curfew.

Immediately across from Fleury sat Sidney Crosby, born in 1987. A good deal of ink has been spilled the past two years on Crosby’s living with Penguins’ owner Mario Lemieux. When you stand in close quarters with him and realize he’s too young to have acne, that domestic arrangement storyline garners a fresh line of thought: Crosby is simply billeting in America as many young hockey players do all across Canada, because he arrived in the big league before his beard stubble.

His billet family just happens to be a little famous.

In the midst of a post-game media melee, with microphones and recorders forming an impenetrable cocoon around him, Sidney Crosby is poised and polished but not over-produced by PR pros to the point of rote cliche. Make no mistake — he is well insulated and guarded by the Pens’ PR team: he and he alone in the room is accorded time and space with which to undress and get his gear together and perhaps collect his thoughts. It is a situation that is well controlled. But once he’s ready and the camera lights alight and the recorder tape rolls, Sidney Crosby patiently listens to the entirety of all inquiries directed his way, deliberates a bit, and then articulates thoughtfully.

I wanted to know the extent to which all these young Penguins were familiar with the Washington-Pittsburgh rivalry that has, alas, become dormant come springtime.

“We were all made aware of it,” Crosby told me. “I’m personally aware of the playoff series, the battles that they had with each other. There’s a lot of history there.”

Is a regular season game with the Caps a different, somewhat special game for them? Here I heard a bit of the boy seated before me.

“Maybe a bit more. When you have that big following of your own fans, you can’t help but be motivated. We didn’t play up to our standards those first few shifts, but as the game went on, it was fun scoring goals and hearing that many people.”

Earlier, up in the press box with my bloggerbrother Gustafsson and Off Wing’s Eric McErlain, we discussed the obvious — that the Penguins this spring are where the Caps want to be in a year or so — but also the less obvious: that their remarkable turnaround in one year’s time from draft lottery drab to conference champion contender was aided by a remarkable infusion of game-breaking talent in short order. It’s one thing to strike it big with Evgeni Malkin (born in 1986), but quite another to have Jordan Staal (born in ‘88) and his 29 goals come aboard at the same time. At the age of eighteen. Such dramatic talent infusions are almost always spread out over years.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sergei Gonchar, who by virtue of turning 33 in two weeks likely is nicknamed Gramps in this room. I didn’t have a question for him at the time, but an hour later, already home, I chided myself for not soliciting his thoughts on Alexander Semin. Gonchar has been in this league long enough to have seen an awful lot of special talent emerge from his homeland, and late last night I wished that I’d asked him where he’d slot Semin in its hierarchy.

There were one or two well known players older even than Gonchar in the room, Gary Roberts and Mark Recchi most particularly, brought in to help out the kids. But even they appear younger than their years in this room. Winning a lot probably has something to do with it.

Out with the New Look, Back in with the Beloved Old

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Fans of every team sport enjoy owning and wearing the uniforms of their heroes, but the relationship between the hockey fan and the sport’s sweater is distinctive in the sporting landscape. We’ve documented this in some detail at OFB, and so to us the news yesterday of the Caps overhauling their look for next season struck us as significant indeed. It is not of course on the order of a major trade or free agent acquisition or management shakeup, but it is not inconsequential either. And it might not be uninteresting to examine why.

I was able to find a YouTube link to the entire “Hockey Falls” series of superbly amusing television commercials that ran during ESPN’s coverage of the NHL years back, and two things stood out to me about the litany of spots. Every one featured the puck-crazed enthusiasts in their hockey sweaters, in every setting at every hour. And one spot, titled “April,” magnificently illuminates the sweater’s enduring lure for its owner. It takes place over a bar’s bubble hockey game and is predicated on an ex-girlfriend presenting herself and her new boyfriend before her jilted sweatered mullet, to flaunt her new dalliance.

“That’s just wrong,” the mulleted friend tells his stunned and sullen playing partner.

“And he’s wearing my sweater, too,” replies the cross-checked to the heart . . . “That’s really wrong.”

It would be really wrong, in my judgment, if the Caps didn’t get their new look really right. I’m pretty sure that last summer the Ducks didn’t (although admittedly they had nowhere to go but up with their look), and I know with their BuffaSlug the Sabres didn’t, either. I hope the fashion bar set by Caps’ management is considerably higher.

You see, we in hockey D.C. have had so little to be fantastically enthusiastic about over the past 30-plus years. Spasms of victory and achievement book-ended and blunted most often by enormous struggle. With the present darkness yielding to a new and far more promising dawn, it would be wonderful if Hockey Falls, Nation’s Capital style, could march into Verizon Center next autumn outfitted in fresh new threads that were the talk of the entire league. And perhaps beyond.

When enemey fans whose teams are outfitted in the finest, Original Six look roam our arena concourse they are entitled to a fashion haughtiness that we as Caps’ fans, at long last, I think deserve. It’s funny how what was once taken for granted as moderately good looking sports fashion (the original Caps’ and Bullets’ jerseys) regain popularity when juxtaposed by forgettable replacements. Clearly the Caps can’t and won’t return all the way back to their original look, but I hope the redesign captures much of what was good about it.

But what specifically drives the profound attachment a puckhead has with his team’s and or favorite players’ sweaters? I’d love to hear from OFB readers their own rationale for the size and quality of the collected hockey garb they possess — to learn of the significance the collection has for them. I know that among the four of us at OFB we could fill a First Lady’s closet with game worns, practice editions, and novelty sweaters (I’m ever angling for OrderedChaos’ Guinness sweater).

I can think of two prime motivations fueling the enduring appeal of the hockey sweater. The most primal is what I think is a shared yearning to be visually associated with the rugged warrior ethos and culture of our great game. In wearing a Scott Stevens’ sweater, for instance, a puckhead is clearly expressing his appreciation for the future Hall of Famer’s brutal bravado.

But I think it’s also likely true that sweatered hockey fans also want to advertise their basic love affair with this niche game, what is akin to patronage of the underground rock band while your big brother rocks out to Bon Jovi. The Sporting News’ Steve Wulf puts it this way: “Part of the joy of being a hockey fan is knowing you love something that not everybody gets.”

Here’s what we know already about the new look: it’ll be produced by Reebok and carry the controversial “slimmer” look. We’re no fans of that, as you know, and last autumn we joined thousands in adding ourselves to an organized protest against it, but Gary Bettman’s flawed vision and attacks against tradition once again won out. So it is what it is. We do know that the Caps will return to their original red, white, and blue colors, which I cannot imagine eliciting protest from anyone in this town. We never should have ditched them. Count me among those who’ll never miss the dour and drab black look that blurred names and numbers from the view of every upper deck (and many lower ones too). We don’t know what manner, if any, of emblem change might accompany the new look.

My wish list for the new sweater is brief:

  • That it achieve durable and classic distinction. As a fan, I’m not interested in change for change’s sake, and being back on message boards in seven or nine years’ time reading full-throated fan appeals for an improved look. Shifting looks virtually by the year are for the NBA. It seems to me that you overhaul your look to improve it but you do so with the expectation that you get it so right with the remake that you arrive at a realm akin to the durable distinction of the Original Six appearance. If you’re not striving for this rarefied realm, why bother?

From Boston, With Love — Redux

Jurcina
Jurcina
Yesterday we posted a blurb from boston.com about Vincent Lecavalier calling Milan Jurcina one of the toughest defensemen he’s had to play against.

Well NHL.com has jumped on the Jurcina bandwagon, with this feature article by Tom Worgo about the Caps’ new defenseman.

“‘I see nothing but good things for him down the road,’ says Jay Leach, who coaches the team’s defensemen. ‘I can’t say enough about him. We didn’t know what we were getting, whether he could play or couldn’t. He has gotten a lot better defensively in a shorter period of time than I ever thought he would.’

“Along with all the eye-catching skills Jurcina possesses, his rugged style of play impresses Leach the most.

“‘When he hits people he hurts them,’ Leach said.

“With Jurcina, an eighth-round pick in the 2001 draft, playing as well as ever with the Capitals, it sounds like the Bruins now wish they could undo the trade. After all, Jurcina could be on track for a solid career as a top-four NHL defenseman.”

High praise indeed. It seems that Jurcina, after warming the Bruins’ bench for most of the season, has found a productive and welcoming home in the nation’s capital.

Bloody Anniversary in Detroit

A bloody Patrick Roy
A bloody Patrick Roy
Ten years ago today, in Detroit, fans witnessed one of most brutal games in hockey history. 144 penalty minutes, a bloody goaltender fight (c.f. Patrick Roy’s dazed look), and the significant deepening of a great hockey rivalry between the Red Wings and Avalanche. Whether you are for or against fighting in the sport, that game was undeniably riveting.

We thank Thomas Neumann, ESPN Page 2 editor, for chronicling the anniversary of that historic donnybrook—in an ESPN article filled with great external links no less. Be sure to read the article here; it’s good stuff, and it’s heartening to see quality hockey content on ESPN.

Must-See (Again) TV

If like us you greatly appreciated MASN’s stellar coverage of the NCAA puck postseason this past weekend — the outlet ended up televising fully five games in their entirety Friday through Sunday — drop management there a kind word of appreciation, and urge them to make the tourney a staple of their broadcast future.

Ours was a Billy Packer-less weekend, and we loved every hour of it.

Per Tarik: New Threads Coming

In his blog today, WaPost Caps reporter Tarik El Bashir claims that the Caps will be switching to Red, White, and Blue beginning next season.

When Extra Helpings Are Nutritious

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cupajoe.jpeg
As best as I can tell, English has no word for the ubiquitous wish hockey fans harbor for prolonged and momentum-shifting sudden death overtime drama, be it contested in the NCAA or NHL postseasons. As we settle in for this gunslinger’s showdown that in drama has no rival anywhere in sports, and assuming we have no dog in the fight, it seems to me the last thing we expect and long for is a swift resolution, while the ice sheet is still shimmering. We want, perhaps, at least a half-period’s worth of white-knuckled back and forth, with goalposts clanked and odd-man rushes raising us out of our seats. Ideally, we’d be treated to two or three extra 20-minute sessions that obliterate the rest of the day or evening’s plans and empty our fridges. It’s when hockey fans become drama junkies.

The NCAA’s marquee postseason weekend kicked off last Friday afternoon with successive sudden death sessions, and so it was fitting that its final game last night so ended, and the moreso with it being contested in one of college hockey’s fiercest rivalries, Minnesota and North Dakota.

I watched it and luxuriated in a splendid spring Sunday afternoon turn first into early evening and then deep darkness with the game’s outcome still undecided. Every North American with a single thought about the sport of hockey has a prescription to improve its overall appeal, but here, in this extra session exhilaration, hockey has it perfect. Extra innings in the World Series are superb, but even they’ve got nothing on hockey’s sudden death.

While we’d like the game’s referees to slide back a bit from their whistle-happy whims and allow rugged heroism to determine sudden death’s outcome, we also savor I think the high alerts from manpower advantages, monitoring every power play pass and head-first dive to clear the zone with a laser focus and relish we don’t during the regular season. Whether we’re in the stands or seated before a TV screen, our sensory scope is at its widest during this action. We are attuned even to the footwork of the puck-carrying, backpedaling blueliner, knowing any error in agility could end his team’s season. I call this the Lesson of Gonchar.

It seems to me that most often a hockey team’s true character is revealed in these showdown sessions, and that most often the deserving team prevails. As the college hockey regular season concluded more and more observers pointed out Minnesota’s seeming lack of cohesion and chemistry — a trait that is becoming a bit of a staple in that superstar-laden program. And sure enough, last night it was North Dakota that carried the play in OT. And whereas the Gophers are perhaps a program increasingly of one- and two-year high profile pitstops en route to the pros, note that Sioux senior Chris Porter won UND’s entry to the Frozen Four last night.

I think if I were building a hockey team designed to prosper in sudden death, I’d seek leadership and experience. Is it any wonder that at the NHL’s trade deadline every year we see GMs across the league pony up high value assets for grizzled greybeards?

Special hockey teams seem to rise to the remarkable challenge of sudden death. The 1998 Capitals went 5-1 in overtime in the East’s playoffs en route to their only appearance in the Stanley Cup Finals. Last season’s Hurricanes went 4-1 in extra time in their postseason run. We may never again see the likes of the 1993 Montreal Canadians, who won ten straight postseason overtime games. Doubtless there are dozens more testionials to champion fortitude forged in this frenzy, and it seems doubtful that a team involved in at least a handful of OT games has won a Cup while amassing a losing record in them.

Let’s invent a word for our yearning for this marvelous mayhem.

Jason Voorhees Would Be Proud

I saw one of the oddest things on Kukla’s Korner last night.

A collection of over 95 goalie masks from the past.

From Boston, With Love

An interesting tidbit from Boston.com writer Kevin Paul Dupont about Milan Jurcina. Seems like there’s some serious regret about Jurcina’s departure in Boston . . . I, for one, hope to see Jurcina in a Caps jersey for many years:

Last Sunday in D.C., the lowly Capitals slapped a 7-1 loss on the lofty Lightning, a thumping that left Bolts star Vincent Lecavalier without a point and a minus-2 for his 22:17 of ice time.

“Vinny came away from that one talking about how impressed he was with [Milan] Jurcina,” said a veteran scout with close ties to Tampa’s franchise center. “I guess Jurcina was out there every time Vinny was, and he said he’s one of the toughest defensemen he’s had to play against.”

[tap of the stick to OFB regular reader Odessa Steps for the link]

2007 Frozen Four

The 2007 Frozen Four is now set. Here is the updated bracket:

2007 Frozen Four Bracket
2007 Frozen Four Bracket

After a break next weekend, St. Louis, Missouri, will host North Dakota vs. Boston College and Maine vs. Michigan State in semifinal games on April 5th. Both games will be aired on ESPN2. The championship game will be on the 7th of April on ESPN.

The Good Ol’ Hockey Game

Video of first-graders at Watkins Elementary School on Capitol Hill singing Stompin’ Tom Connors’ “The Hockey Song.” It warms my heart to see such hockey love from these Washington D.C. muchkins.

Early Returns from College Hockey’s Most Chaotic Weekend

frozen_four_puck.jpgI have friends who are spirited WCHA partisans, and for a week now I’ve heard moans and groans from them about their conference being slighted by the NCAA selection committee. The WCHA placed three teams in the field of 16 — Minnesota, North Dakota, and St. Cloud. My friends correctly noted: the past five NCAA hockey champions have hailed from the WCHA. It’s college hockey’s best conference, hands down.

But the gap, today I allege, is closing.

Ascendant — most dramatically — are two CCHA clubs, Miami and Notre Dame. Miami is now at home in its new two-sheet, state-of-the-art rink that set back Ohio taxpayers a cool $35 million. The Redhawks appear to be a Top 20 fixture. The Fighting Irish under Jeff Jackson — what’s left to be said about them this season that already hasn’t? Blue and Gold Illustrated last month on its cover tabbed Jackson’s efforts in South Bend this season ‘Another Miracle on Ice.’ And one-year wonders they almost certainly aren’t: seven recruits arrive on campus this autumn, and all seven appear on the NHL’s list of likely-to-be drafted this June. Wow.

Meanwhile, the WCHA clubs who did make the field didn’t exactly blow away the competition. St. Cloud went out Friday without a whimper; Minnesota, facing the demons of last season’s all-time first-round shocker at the skates of Holy Cross, trailed 15-loss Air Force 3-1 well into the third period Saturday before prevailing 4-3.

The CCHA placed four teams in the field of 16, Hockey East a conspicuous five. The CCHA has acquitted itself superbly: it’s 3-0 through play Saturday afternoon. Alabama-Huntsville may well have snared a spot from a fourth WCHA team, and I’m with Michigan State coach Rick Comley about the five-team CHA: their tournament winner ought to earn merely a play-in game berth rather than one of the coveted sixteen slots outright.

But the Denver Pioneers finished 4th in the WCHA this season with 15 losses. Are the league’s supporters, confronted with 19-loss Huntsville and 15-loss Air Force already in the field of 16, seriously suggesting that another 15-loss-plus team ought to earn a selection?

But a word of commendation about both Huntsville and Air Force. Huntsville’s record, as unimpressive as it was, didn’t tell the full story of that fiery team that pushed the no. 1 team in the country to the sudden death brink Friday. Comebacks — large ones — littered Huntsville’s season. They trailed Wayne State 3-0 and won in OT. They trailed Niagra 3-1 and won 5-3. They trailed Robert Morris 4-0 in the CHA championship game and prevailed 5-4 in OT. And Friday they trailed the Irish 2-0 and yanked their goalie in the first period before knotting things up. Netminder Marc Narduzzi came in off the bench and stopped 49 of the 50 shots he faced.

I also heard a lot of dismissive talk this week against the Chargers predicated on their distinctive geographical locale. In point of fact, Huntsville has a rich hockey legacy (three minor pro teams there since the ’70s), and this season’s Chargers’ roster contained no fewer than 20 Canucks.

Friday was Head Coach Doug Ross’ last game after 25 years behind the Huntsville bench. I didn’t know that until this morning, but that explains a lot of the Chargers’ gutsy showing in a game everyone thought would be a laugher.

I thought Air Force was set up for a slaughter Saturday, with every resident of the Hockey State reminding Gopher head man Don Lucia this month about last season’s unacceptable round of 16 opening dismissal. But there the Falcons were Saturday, up 3-1 late against the Golden Gophers. Ten Falcons hailed from Minnesota, so you can imagine the motivation and pride with which they played.

Many of these Regionals are being contested in AHL rinks — Manchester, Grand Rapids, Rochester, for instance. They share this quality: charitably put, there’s no need to print standing room only tickets. And because college hockey has such a wonderful product to sell, and because hockey in general is on its hands and knees in terms of securing America’s fiercely competitive sports patronage, I’m led to think that college hockey should take these regionals to new and non-traditional outposts. I’m thinking . . . 10,000-seat, new and impressive rinks . . . like . . . Hershey’s Giant Center.

Knee-jerks: @ Montreal, 3/24/07

Just quick knee-jerks this evening, as I have to spend the rest of the night figuring out who to blame for the fact that I can watch the Notre Dame/Michigan State game on three different channels, but can’t watch the North Dakota/Michigan game at all.

  • Bryan Muir had a rough game.
  • The Caps’ power-play was ghastly. The Caps simply can’t gain the zone in a proper and efficient manner, and that throws everything else off. They have trouble receiving passes, and that cuts the margin of error very fine. Too fine for the Caps.
  • Shaone Morrisonn again took a strange and ill-advised penalty that cost the Caps.
  • Boyd Gordon hit someone behind the net. No lie.
  • You’d like to see Kolzig stop that second goal.

Okay, enough of the pain. Back to making a voodoo doll of a television executive.

Update — ESPNU will apparently be showing the North Dakota/Michigan contest . . . tape-delayed. Thanks, fellas.