11 October, 2008

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The End of the Magical 1998 Run to the Finals

We recently reminisced about the ten-year anniversary of a golden moment: when Joe Juneau’s goal propelled the Washington Capitals to their first Stanley Cup Finals appearance.

Today, Steinz looks back on D.C. Sports Bog to the day the run ended with excerpts from the Post’s coverage 10 years ago. It’s a good read and, lest you think it’s a depressing topic, Tony Kornheiser (gasp!) put it in perspective:

The fact is that the Capitals made hockey matter in this city for the first time. The hundreds of shots Kolzig turned away, the playoff goals that Bellows, Sergei Gonchar, Adam Oates, Todd Krygier, Joe Juneau and Peter Bondra scored — even the shot that Tikkanen missed — they’ll all be remembered fondly, long after the pain of losing four straight to Detroit is forgotten.

While I still cringe at the seared-on-my-cerebellum image of Tik’s yawning-net miss, I have to agree with Kornheiser’s overall sentiment. 10 years later — when a Finals appearance for the Caps with a very different outcome seems not only likely, but imminent — I think we can safely look back fondly on the Caps’ far-away-yet-so-close brush with the Cup, with the strong belief of better things to come.

June 4, 1998: Washington Seriously Parties Over Hockey into the Wee Hours

Ten years ago today Joe Juneau scored what many Washington hockey fans consider to be the most significant goal in Capitals’ history — a game and series-ending, Wales Trophy earning tally, one catapulting Capsdom into delirium, 6:24 into overtime, on the road, in the Eastern Conference Finals’ game 6, giving the Caps a 3-2 victory over the Buffalo Sabres and sending the Caps to their lone appearance in the Stanley Cup Finals.

It wasn’t a wicked wrister or a booming slapshot but rather a fortuitous tuck-in of a rebound from linemate Brian Bellows’ close-in jam attempt against Dominik Hasek. You remember the JOB line, don’t you — Juneau, Oates, and Bellows?

For those of us who go back a bit with this organization, those seconds immediately after seeing that little black disc cross the goal line — it just glided rather casually across the line, the net never budging behind Dominik Hasek — seeing Joe Juneau’s arms raised in elation behind Hasek’s cage, followed soon after by his being swarmed in the rink corner to Hasek’s right by a skating stampede of teammates, are forever seared in our memories. Steve Kolbe, then new to the Caps’ radio play-by-play duties, horror-movie-screamed a call of the winning goal so memorably that WTEM played it on a virtual loop in its expanded coverage of the Caps late that spring . . . and some of us used it as a voicemail greeting at home for a few weeks.

Good times. Good times indeed.

That ‘98 Caps team had a flair for the dramatic that postseason — they played seven overtime games, winning five of them. They played three extra session affairs against Boston in round 1 (going 2-1 in them), won all three OTs against Buffalo in the Eastern Conference finals, and lost one more against Detroit in the Stanley Cup Finals. Still to this day I say to myself, what if Kono hadn’t turned an ankle . . . did we let go of Killer one season too soon?

Any D.C. team that goes on a long postseason run is sure to capture the locals’ hearts, but in ‘98, Olie Kolzig’s brilliance, combined with the NHL’s sudden death overtime drama and the Caps’ regular immersion in it, seemed to coalesce our community around those Caps in a way that was distinctive and unprecedented beyond normal postseason bandwagon followings.

Proof of this would arrive about four hours after Juneau’s hero tally, in the middle of the night in the middle of Washington/Baltimore suburban nowhere.

Juneau was the the leading scorer for the Caps that postseason, with 7 goals and 10 assists in 21 games, and so his heroics in that game 6 OT were perfectly appropriate. On Tuesday afternoon, Capitals’ Director of Media Relations Nate Ewell arranged a conference call for a few of us who wanted to stroll down Memory Lane with Juneau in acknowledgement of the 10th anniversary of his historic score. He acknowledged that the goal was the biggest of his NHL career, but then he admitted something startling about it: He hadn’t seen a replay of it until this week.

“Just a couple days before Nate got in touch with me about doing this conference call a friend of mine sent a link to go on YouTube — I was able to see it that way. That was the first time since 10 years ago that I actually saw it,” he said.

Isn’t that amazing?

Next I asked Juneau what made that band of ‘98 Caps such a special team.

“It was a great mix. Late in the season the team added some experienced players . . . Esa Tikkanen and Brian Bellows and guys with experience. They just brought something special to the team. Although we did have an older team, we didn’t have guys that actually had won the Stanley Cup or had gone far in the playoffs. Those guys were able to transfer their knowledge and experience of winning and what it takes to win the Stanley Cup.”

After the overtime stunner in Buffalo, iconic Washington radio personality Ken Beatrice urged his listeners to race out to the team’s practice facility, Piney Orchard, in Odenton, Maryland, to meet the team bus that would be returning from BWI airport that remarkable night 10 years ago. Thousands took him up on the invitation. You could tell that something quite dramatic was unfolding a little before midnight in the Odenton area as parked cars packed tightly near one another on Piney Orchard Parkway some two miles from the rink. A facility that snuggily seats 750 for hockey would by some estimates cram 3,000, maybe more, in a weeknight of frenzied euphoria, where they patiently awaited the arrival of their heroes at 2:30 a.m. That following morning fatigue at work felt so f’in wonderful.

Ten years later, it’s difficult to convey to an Ovechkin-era fanbase just how powerful that night was for the devoted. It was preceded by a quarter century of rank incompetence, middling mediocity, and gut-wrenching shortcomings in the postseason as Patrick division favorites. Until Joe Juneau washed it all away 10 years ago today.

I remember folks standing literally six- and seven-deep all around the Piney rink glass that night 10 years ago, standing, cheering — stranger hugging stranger — screaming “Let’s Go Caps” maybe 750 times while awaiting their heroes. I asked Juneau what he remembered about the team bus turning onto Piney Orchard Parkway and seeing such sea of support in the middle of the night.

“I remember that very well — it almost seems like it was yesterday.

“We heard right away that there were some people waiting for us at the practice facility, and it was very special in the middle of the night to get there . . . it was just a dead area and we were just off to unpack our stuff and take our cars to drive home. Getting there that night and seeing that many fans waiting for us outside and inside the building — it was something else.

“It was obviously the high point of my time in Washington.

“I think it would be fair to say that it was obviously the high point of many guys that played in Washington for so many years, you know like the Dale Hunters and those guys, Kelly Miller.”

It was, without question, the high point of nearly 25 years of professional hockey in Washington.

Ten years ago today.

I’ll be toasting to it tonight.

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Washington Capitals 1998 Playoffs Montage

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Remembering ‘98 and How We Can Improve on It

I remember vividly the Capitals’ stirring run to the Stanley Cup finals in 1998 — 10 years ago this spring. There were helpful upsets that guided the fortunes of the 4th-seeded Caps that postseason — all of the East’s top three seeds lost in round one — but for the battered psyche of this hockey community, that didn’t matter. Taken in total, the run was totally unchartered territory in these parts, an almost out-of-body experience for a postseason-beleaguered fanbase.

I remember most particularly the manner in which this region and its media rallied around that team. By mid-May that spring I would see on my commutes to and from work, in both directions along I-270, tech businesses showcasing “Let’s Go Caps!” banners on the facades of their buildings. Buildings downtown, including the Washington Post’s, did the same. Sportstalk radio was talking hockey — Caps’ hockey — at length. It was hip to be here and in love with hockey that spring.

It’s wildly premature to speculate as to whether or not the 2008 edition of the Caps possesses the chemical/karmic makeup to replicate ‘98, but it’s not ill-timed to wonder if what turned out to be a fleeting flirtation with the team and its sport by this region 10 years ago can this spring be forged into something more durable. In the spring of 1998 the Capitals and hockey here enjoyed merely a one-night stand in the hearts of sportsWashington and its media. However this spring, there’s reason to believe that a swelling Army of Red and layers of media covering this special club are poised to foster a co-habitation with hockey — perhaps for much as the next 13 years.

Before you parry and thrust with “D.C.’s a Skins’ town and it always will be,” understand that I’m not clamoring for a sports community cabal. The Redskins need not be dislodged as king in order for hockey to be accorded a healthy respect by sports-loving Washington. And on this front I would cite the experience of the Dallas Stars as instructive.

What kind of pro hockey team would move from the State of Hockey, take up residence in a football-mad sunbelt state, and prosper, playing to sellout crowds night after night, season after season? Quite simply, one that was constructed for winning for the long haul. I’m not sure that all these years in Dallas the Stars have played an entertaining brand of hockey, but they sure have won. And the support has followed.

But here’s where the calculus gets fun in these parts. The Stars did so with a traditional superstar (Mike Modano) and a heck of a lot of uninspiring role players but nothing approaching the greatest-of-all-time candidate in the Gr8.

Nobody in Texas suggests that the Stars have sullied the luster of the Cowboys. The hockey team just quietly goes about its business of profitting and winning year in, year out, before a loyal and fervid fanbase.

Why can’t that be replicated here?

It was a veteran Caps’ club that nearly ran the tables in 1998, and young GM George McPhee was loyal to them, largely keeping intact that club for 1998-99. Physically brutalized — the team lost an unfathomable 511 man-games to injuries, and 41 players dressed for the Caps that following season — the team finished 31-45-6, good for just 68 points. The morning after sunlight shone on hockey and the Caps, and city didn’t like what it saw.

Early playoff failure again settled in the following couple of seasons, Jaromir Jagr was acquired, and the rest is more unpleasant history until April 2004.

But it’s all different this spring. It’s a young as opposed to a veteran Caps’ club that has captured the attention of Washington — and the hockey world — now. Its most important part is locked up until this century’s third decade. He’s surrounded, already, by a core of world-class young skill. And more well-decorated reinforcements are skating on nearby horizons.

Perhaps just as importantly, the media covering hockey has been revolutionized in the 10 years since 1998. Washington’s remarkable hockey story went dark and silent that summer after its miraculous run at glory. Today, traditional media plays an important but merely partial role in narrating the tale of the Cardiac Caps. Bloggers blog 12 months a year, and old media has somewhat facelifted itself in synch with the contemporary communications revolution. Cumulatively, quality information puck is generated and consumed in rapid fashion. And if the product being reported on with inventiveness and flair is quality, you can red-out a rink with a day’s notice and four-figure ticket prices on Craigslist aided merely by the ‘Net’s viral momentum.

Hockey perhaps moreso than the other pro sports is the beneficiary of the media revolution, and the synergy between new and old media has led, in Washington, to a Chinatown atmosphere few would have deemed possible just six months ago. Capitals’ marketing executives told me long before the 11-1 concluding run toward a Southeast crown of their recognition to brand this team in its community even in the dog days of July and August.

Call it a lesson learned, a hockey hungry community finally fed, and an immensely appealing team at last built with a design on staying power.