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Eminger Signed - by Philadelphia

Steve Eminger will be wearing black and orange next season after signing a one-year deal today.

Unless he manages to find the Flyers’ doghouse as he did in Washington, I’m betting he gets more ice time in Philly this year than he did in D.C. — UFA Jason Smith is likely departing, Mike Rathje is in questionable health, and traffic cone Derian Hatcher (how appropriate that he wears orange) is of dubious value at his age even when healthy, and with an injured knee and broken leg last season he’s slower than ever.

“I’m happy to get the deal worked out and excited about being part of the organization,” Eminger said. “I can’t wait for the start of the season to get things going.”

Here’s wishing Eminger well . . . just not when the Capitals are his opponent.

First-Round Flops Over the Years

No team can get it right in round one every year, even drafting very high. And at times all teams get it really wrong then. A survey such as this is a powerful reminder of the crapshoot that is selecting 18-year-old hockey players. However, it is also an invitation for fans to react with, “What the *@^* were you thinking?”

I’ve included picks made by the Whale with those of the Hurricanes, and of those made by the Nordiques in association with Colorado, to even out the survey period. No need however to add Winnipeg to Phoenix’s draft woes — the Desert Dogs know how to screw the draft pooch up high all on their own. Take a look:

Team Player Picked Comment Studs Selected After
Anaheim Stanislav Chistov (5th, 2001) The ‘07 Cup win offers serious salve for the Stanislav screwup Mike Komisarek, Pascal Leclaire, R.J. Umberger, Ales Hemsky, Mike Cammalleri
Atlanta Patrick Stefan (no.1, 1999) The ‘99 harvest wasn’t swell to be sure, but this still is a serious stinker The Sedin twins, Martin Havlat
Boston Lars Jonsson (7th, 2000) A good recipe for Swedish meatballs would have delivered more Brooks Orpik, Alexander Frolov, Anton Volchenkov, Niklas Kronvall
Buffalo Shawn Anderson, (5th, 1986) This was a Shawn of the Dead selection Vincent Damphousse, Brian Leetch, Craig Janney, Teppo Numminen
Calgary Bryan Deasley (19th, 1987) The Flames’ no. 1 from ‘86, George Pelawa, died in a motorcycle crash that summer, making this a two-year strikeout stretch John LaClair, Eric Desjardins, Mathieu Schneider, Stephane Matteau
Carolina/Hartford Fred Arthur (8th, 1980) No relation to Bea Arthur, except in NHL impact Paul Coffey, Brent Sutter, Craig Ludwig, Steve Larmer, Andy Moog, Jari Kurri
Chicago Tony Tanti (12th, 1981) Wirtz maybe thought he’d sign cheap? Al MacInnis, Chris Chelios, Mike Vernon, John Vanbiesbrouck
Colorado/Quebec Aniel Dore (5th, 1988) Who doesn’t own an Aniel Dore Nordiques’ sweater? Jeremy Roenick, Teemu Selanne, Rob Blake, Rod Brind’Amour, Martin Gelinas
Columbus Alexander Picard (8th, 2004) Inspector Clousseau isn’t going to look into this pick — he made it Alexander Radulov, Drew Stafford, Andrej Meszaros, Wojtek Wolski
Dallas Jason Bacashihua (26th, 2001) Played with the ECHL’s Johnston Chiefs in ‘07-08, which for a first-rounder seven years after being drafted is a fairly moderate pace of development Derek Roy, Fedor Tyutin, Mike Cammalleri, Jason Pominville, Dave Steckel
Detroit Shawn Burr (7th, 1984) I thought briefly of exluding the Wings from this exercise, they draft so well, and you have to go back a bit to find a serious screwup Shane Corson, Sylvain Cote, Gary Roberts, Kevin Hatcher, Scott Mellanby
Edmonton Marc-Antoine Pouliot (22nd, 2003) Overlooked this scouting report by the rest of the league: “Thin, weak, won’t hit or backcheck or play in traffic. Other than that, he’s dandy.” Mike Richards, Corey Perry, Patrice Bergeron, Matt Carle
Florida Petr Taticek (9th, 2002) Why no postseasons in Sunrise, Cats’ fans ask? Look at this pick Alexander Semin, Chris Higgins, Alexander Steen, Cam Ward
Los Angeles Wally McBean (4th, 1987) Not a new lunch item at MickeyD’s Joe Sakic, Andrew Cassels, Mathieu Schneider, Luke Richardson
Minnesota (Wild/Stars) Brian Lawton (no. 1, 1983) The bridesmaid to Daigle Pat LaFontaine, Steve Yzerman, Tom Barrasso, Cam Neely
Montreal Terry Ryan (8th, 1995) Terry Hatcher would have looked better here Jarome Iginla, J.S. Giguere, Petr Sykora, Martin Biron
Nashville Brian Finley (6th, 1999) The day the music stopped in Honkeytonkville Barret Jackman, Martin Havlat, Mike Commodore, David Tanabe
New Jersey Adrian Foster (28th, 2001) Yo, Adrian! Legend has it that Foster wasn’t even on other teams’ lists — anywhere! Fedor Tyutin, Mike Cammalleri, Peter Budaj, Ray Emery, Patrick Sharp
NY Islanders Dave Chyzowski (2nd, 1989) Can’t blame Mad Mike for this one — he didn’t arrive until ‘95 Bill Guerin, Pavel Bure, Olaf Kolzig, Stu Barnes
NY Rangers Hugh Jessiman (12th, 2003) Hughe mistake! Brent Seabrook, Steve Bernier, Zach Parise, Ryan Getzlaf
Ottawa Alexander Daigle (no. 1, 1993) The Mother of all Misses; to “Daigle” in round one is every GM’s nightmare Chris Pronger, Paul Kariya, Todd Bertuzzi, Brendan Witt, Adam Deadmarsh
Philadelphia Claude Boivin (14th, 1988) Philly does real well in the first round; this year, not so much Rob Blake, Alexander Mogilny, Tony Amonte, Bret Hedican, Tie Domi
Phoenix Blake Wheeler ( 5th, 2004) Wheeler of misfortune; think Gretz & co. reached here? Rostislav Olesz, Alexander Radulov, Drew Stafford, Wojtek Wolski
Pittsburgh Zarley Zalapski (4th, 1980) ZZ FlopTop and agonizing alliteration Paul Coffey, Jari Kurri, Steve Larmer, Craig Ludwig, Brent Sutter
San Jose Pat Falloon (2nd, 1991) Plus, Pat had to don that original San Jose teal sweater on the ‘91 draft stage Scott Niedermayer, Peter Forsberg, Martin Lapointe, Brian Rolston, Alexei Kovalev
St. Louis Perry Turnbull (2nd, 1979) 188 goals in an NHL career is nothing to snicker at, but methinks Ray Bourque would have helped out more Ray Bourque, Mike Gartner, Brian Propp, Kevin Lowe
Tampa Alexander Svitov (3rd, 2001) Tampa (Nikita Alexeev) hasn’t exactly struck Lightning with first-round Russians Pascal Leclaire, Alex Hemsky, R.J. Umberger, Shaone Morrisonn
Toronto Gary Nylund (3rd, 1982) This is the stuff of Cup droughts Scott Stevens, Phil Housley, Dave Andreychuk, Doug Gilmour
Vancouver Jere Gillis (4th, 1978) The Canucks have no home-grown Hall of Famers, including Gillis Mark Napier, Don Maloney, Doug Wilson, Bengt Gustafsson
Washington Greg Joly ( no.1, 1974) Good Golly what a stinker! “The next Bobby Orr” it was said of Joly in ‘74. Umm, not so much. Clark Gillies, Pierre Larouche, Bryan Trottier, Doug Riesbrough

A Capital Week Begins on June 9

Comcast SportsNet is serving up a summer treat for Capitals fans next week. Each weeknight at 7:00 p.m. CSN will show a key game in the Caps’ incredible worst-to-first run into the playoffs, along with new commentary/insights from Joe Beninati each night.

I for one will be granting those April 5 & April 11 games the coveted “Save Until I Delete” designation on my DVR . . . the energy of those nights was unparalleled in Verizon Center history, and the 11th was my wife’s first NHL playoff game.

From the press release:

Capitals: Season to Remember debuts as the network airs coach Bruce Boudreau’s first game as head coach of the Washington Capitals from November 23, 2007 – the start of an incredible run in which Boudreau took the Capitals from last place in the Eastern Conference to a Southeast Division title.

Capitals: Season to Remember, June 9-13, 7 p.m.

Monday, June 9: November 23 at Philadelphia Flyers

Tuesday, June 10: March 21 at Atlanta Thrashers

Wednesday, June 11: April 5 vs. Florida Panthers

Thursday, June 12: April 11 vs. Philadelphia Flyers (Game 1)

Friday, June 13: April 22 vs. Philadelphia Flyers (Game 7)

Searching for the Next Great Outdoor Game

Yankee Stadium may be out as the site for an outdoor NHL game next New Year’s Day, according to today’s USA Today. Both New York baseball teams are building new stadiums, and there’s an enormous amount of construction associated with those sites as well as others in the respective burroughs of Queens and the Bronx.

An alternative site? Potentially Beaver Stadium on the campus of Penn State.

“Bettman said he received a letter from Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell asking the league to look into playing a Penguins-Philadelphia Flyers game at Penn State’s football stadium. An announcement could come by early next month, Bettman said.”

If you’ve been to State College, you know it’s a level or seven down from the media market of the Big Apple. It’s also (basically) without an airport. Should that be the followup to this past New Year’s Day snowy stunner in Buffalo, convenient to both Toronto and New York media?

And if the league needs to wait a month before determining the site of this new and highly appealing event on hockey’s calendar, why not wait off another week and add it to the league’s Entry Draft weekend of fun, and give that event some more pizzaz?

The dismantling of Yankee Stadium should begin in February or March. The wrecking ball bludgeons Shea not long after the Mets’ final game this season. Losing out on Yankee would be particularly disappointing for the NHL, as the event necessarily would garner extraordinary interest again in the media capital of the world and as Yankee’s final significant event, joining that venue’s legion of memorable dates (Muhammed Ali fights; the Beatles; Notre Dame-Army football).

If need be, how about this instead: the Hawks and Wings on New Years from a recently renovated Soldier Field?

Rooting for Fire, Famine, and Pestilence on a Sheet of Ice

I was hoping for more hatred. I don’t have a dog in this Pittsburgh-Philthy affair, so naturally I’m rooting for a rink full of rottweilers and pit bulls on blades. Who haven’t been fed in a while. Let it be a bloody war of attrition, period after period of marauding and maiming, devouring so many carcasses that the American League farmclubs for both sides are exhausted.

This, especially, is what I don’t want from this series: pretty boy puck.

In game 1 last night, based on some springtime flairups I witnessed between these clubs, I expected a bit of feeling out fisticuffs — some messages sent and received. Some elbows carried high, some sticks carried higher, some blade-jabs to the abdomen about eleven seconds after whistles. Some old time hockey. This is the Battle of Pennsylvania, for gods sake, and a clear contrast in incompatible styles. But we really didn’t get what we deserved for a Friday night with a fridge full of beer. We got a pretty good hockey game. Nothing wrong with that. And actually, this series has the early look of a potential classic.

But it can only rise to the level of Classic if the two teams acknowledge their inner hatred.

I turned off Thursday night’s game 1 between Detroit and Dallas early not only because it wasn’t competitive but because I had the sense that there was no piss and vinegar present. And likely, there won’t be. I’m far more interested in the Eastern Conference finals because there’s far more potential not only for a lengthy and competitive series but also for scores of Pennsylvanians swaying plexiglass with their over-beered bloodlust. It’s true, you wouldn’t hire a single one of them for an office job, but you want them present at a hockey game between these clubs at this time of year.  

Whatever objective detachment I possessed at 7:00 last evening was obliterated when I tuned in to the pre-game fare only to be confronted by a 30-minute Versus Valentine for FishLips. At one point they even had the lad wax poetic about playing injured. (When’s he ever done that?) No wonder that at 7:30 last night I had visions of Hartnell and Ruutu rioting shift after shift in my head. But neither lived up to their lurid billing. Ruutu especially could have auditioned for the Lady Byng last night. Georges Laraque — was he even dressed?   

There were some terrific hits last night, but they were clean. We can’t have that.

I try and content myself with the thought that each night’s outcome will deliver agony to one franchise I loathe, and therefore shadenfreude joy to me. But with, necessarily, a corresponding victor, that’s Pop-Tart nourishment.  

Caps’ fans friends have asked me this week who “I’m rooting for” in this series, and I return them expression-less stares of bewilderment. Imperfect as I am, I am nonetheless a man of rudimentary morals and irregular religiosity. “Rooting” for either heathen franchise is a genetic impossibility. Instead I “root for” marital discord among all the series’ players; for their nights spent in the company of Bill McCreary; for debilitating addictions and IRS audits among them all; for the early onset of arthritis.  

People of mainstream breeding listen to my depraved wishlist for this series and challenge my stability. I can’t possibly be genuinely rooting for widespread injury, they allege. Why on Earth not? In so doing am I going to get fired from my job? (No.) Will my dog cease wagging her tail at my arrival home? (No.)  (In point of fact, she barks her approval at Flyers’ and Penguins’ misfortunes, when I point them out to her). Will Metro learn of my arrival on its cars and swiftly deliver deficient service? (It does that anyway.) Will the Earth suddenly cease its rotation?

I wouldn’t begrudge life insurance largesse directed at a single series’ widow. I call that taking the high road. 

For gods sake, this isn’t the Hatfields and the McCoys, or Iran and Iraq. It’s the Flyers and Penguins. Neither deserves to triumph in a universe presided over by a just Deity.

Look [channeling my inner Donnie Schultzhoffer], get the kids out of the room. This is how it is: there is no one on the Flyers’ roster remotely close in talent to Evgeni Malkin. There is also no one remotely close in ability to Sidney Crosby. Frankly, there’s no one in orange and black who can hold Marian Hossa’s jock. It’s a fact. So how should Philly strategize?

The only way it knows.

And let the high definition cameras chronicle every beautiful brutal second of it. Lets us have a series to make Bobby Clarke proud. And Mario Lemieux cower.

Sunday’s Alright for Fighting

Here’s a reminder that Hockey Fights Cancer Maryland’s event takes place this Sunday, May 4th. As we told you a few weeks ago, the event features a skate-a-thon with celebrities such as Duff Goldman - Ace of Cakes, skills competition on the ice, broom ball on the ice, rides, carnival games, vendors, food, and a silent auction. Additionally, there will be a Washington Capitals / Philadelphia Flyers alumni hockey game, a special appearance by the Hanson Brothers, Chef Duff from Charm City Cakes, and live music by The Zambonis - North America’s Favorite ALL-HOCKEY Band!

If you can’t make the event, you can still help raise money by participating in the online auction which is now open until 4pm on the 4th. Items include a Nicklas Backstrom signed NHL hat, a white Michael Nylander signed sweater, a 2007-08 Washington Capitals team signed sweater, and more.

Here are the particulars: Hockey Fights Cancer Maryland, Sunday, 4 May, 2008 - Ice World in Harford County, Maryland. And if you run into Dave Zamboni, tell him OFB sent you.

The Capitals’ Top 10 Storylines for 2007-08

10. The Rebuild Is Over. Owner Leonsis uttered this proclamation during the preseason, later claiming that the season’s barometer for success would be qualifying for the postseason. Through the middle of November both seemed delusionally wishful thinking. But when the right guy arrived behind the bench, when the Caps’ skilled young core was encouraged to attack, the team took off, rampaging from last in the league at Thanksgiving to a Southeast Division crown on the regular season’s final Saturday. The right pieces indeed were in place, and the team’s future has never been as promising.

9. Backstrom: the no. 1 Pivot of the Future — and the Present. Really nobody knew what Nicklas Backstrom’s rookie season in the NHL would bring. During last July’s Development Camp, he seemed to struggle a bit with making plays on a smaller sheet. But he looked better at the end of camp than at its start, and by September’s training camp he looked even more adjusted. Like other skilled players in Glen Hanlon’s system, he struggled. Like other skilled players under Bruce Boudreau, he blossomed.

His 69 points on the season represented the second-most prolific rookie season in Caps’ history (behind a certain precocious Russian in 2005-06). Most telling: 60 of his points came in the final 61 games. He adjusted all right. He played his finest hockey of the season when you want a player to — in the postseason. In so doing he defied a long tradition of rookies fading under the rigors of an 82-game season. And he rightfully earned a nomination for the Calder trophy.

8. One Seriously Sorry Sheet. Washington’s never been known to offer a quality sheet of ice for its NHL games, but the matter gained unprecedented urgency when in December team captain Chris Clark spoke with commendable candor to the Washington Post about the indefensible ice at home. This surface wasn’t merely bad aesthetically, it was, suggested Clark, injurious to players. Clark himself lost virtually the entire season to a groin injury. Flyers’ winger Mike Knuble injured his leg when he caught it in a Verizon Center rut in the playoffs. And game 7’s sheet was so ill-prepared that arena workers could be seen repairing it on their hands and knees in the moments before puck-drop — and throughout the game.

Whatever greatly skilled and exciting roster Capitals’ management assembles for the future, it won’t much matter if at home it’s asked to compete on an ability-leveling and integrity-sacrificing surface.

7. Deadline Day Doozies. Trade deadline day was supposed to be quiet for the Caps. It turned out to be anything but. General manager George McPhee engineered a dramatic infusion of postseason experience and skill in areas of weakness on February 26, including securing a no.1 netminder in Cristobal Huet from Montreal for merely a second-round pick in the 2009 Entry Draft. All three players acquired on deadline day played pivotal roles in the season’s final 18 games.

In his Capitals’ debut on February 29, Huet stopped all 18 shots he faced in backstopping the Caps to a 4-0 win in New Jersey. He went 11-2 in his 13 starts for the Caps, winning the final nine games he started. In the biggest game the Caps played in years, Sergei Fedorov, acquired for 2007 second round selection Teddy Ruth, was named the game’s first star in the Caps’ 3-1 win over Florida on April 5, which vaulted the team to the SouthEast title and the postseason for the first time since 2003. He was especially adept in the faceoff circle. Matt Cooke played a less significant part statistically during the stretch run but recaptured his active, pest-like play from years ago in Vancouver night in and night out. All three veterans were credited with providing vital leadership to the young and inexperienced Caps.

6. Mike Green: the no. 1 Gun Arrives. If there was one overarching question confronting the Caps’ blueline heading into the 2007-08 season, it was: is there a no.1 Gun among? If last September you thought there was, you knew something the rest of hockey didn’t. In 2006-07, Mike Green played 70 games for the Caps, tallying just 2 goals and 10 assists. He offered glimpses of high-end promise, but he also seemed years away from becoming consistent and reliable and earning a top pairing assignment. But this past season Green blossomed into a dominant, mature-for-his-years force. He led the entire league in goals by a defenseman during the regular season, and he followed that with a superb playoff series — so much so that Flyers’ head coach John Stevens very publicly made it known that Mike Green was a weapon his team had to strategize to stop. The no.1 Gun on the Caps’ blueline has arrived.

5. AO: The Best Hockey Player on the Planet. Alexander Ovechkin’s hardware-hogging brilliance during 2007-08 earned him broadcasts of “Ovechkin Ovations” on the NHL Network and, more importantly, ascension over the Nova Scotian as the game’s greatest talent. His 65 goals during the regular season were the most scored by a Capital in franchise history, and he became just the 19th player in NHL history to score 60 goals in a season. By the end of the regular season he’d staked unassailable claims to both the Richard and Ross trophies and was a near mortal lock to command both the Hart trophy and the Lester Pearson award for his most valuable performance. At one point no less than the Great One suggested that his seemingly unbreakable record of 92 goals scored in a single season could be within Ovechkin’s visored viewfinder.

4. Canning Glen; Finding the Right Guy Right up the Road. After winning their first three games of the season, the Capitals proceeded to lose 15 of their next 18 and plummet to the very bottom of the NHL standings. While Glen Hanlon may well have been the right coach to preside over the rebuilding Caps beginning not long before the team began its purge of high-priced, under-achieving talent in the 2003-04 season, autumn 2007 seemed to deliver a resoundingly rotten verdict on his ability to advance the team to where management deemed appropriate for 2007-08.

No one would suggest that Hanlon didn’t offer the organization his fullest possible effort. But by late 2007 that effort wasn’t working. “He knew as soon as he saw me this morning,” McPhee told the Washington Post on Thanksgiving day. “He said, ‘I wouldn’t have known what to do today.’ ”

Enter Bruce Boudreau, aka “Gabby.” On Thanksgiving Eve Bruce Boudreau was in his third season behind the Hershey Bears’ bench. He’d enjoyed an auspicious first two seasons there: a Calder Cup title in his first season in Hershey in the spring of 2006 and a return to the finals the following season. He’d won a Kelly Cup title in the East Coast League as well. Still, to many Capitals’ fans, he appeared to be just another “no name” plucked from the farm.

Probably it was with this in mind that Hershey Bears’ Senior Manager for Communications John Walton authored a memorable open letter to Capitals’ fans on the day that Gabby was announced as the new Caps’ coach. “Know this first and foremost,” Walton wrote in his letter. “He’s a winner . . . For what it’s worth, we have seen the magic here. We’re more than willing to share.” Continue reading ›

An Unfathomable Scandal Sends the Home Team Packing for the Summer

The great Bob McDonald was singing the national anthem near 7:00 Tuesday night in a darkened Verizon Center when, standing high above the playing surface in the press box, I noticed something most peculiar: two uniformed Verizon Center maintenance workers were, to Bob’s immediate left, on their knees, trying to remain inconspicuous, a bucket stationed between them, doing something of a repair nature to the ice quite near a goal cage.

This was transpiring some 120 seconds before the puck-drop for an Eastern Conference quarterfinal Game 7 in the Stanley Cup playoffs. The maintenance workers performed their labor while the arena lights were dimmed and while most of the arena was patriotically distracted. It was abundantly clear that they didn’t want their work to be noticed.

As odd as this sight was, I didn’t make much note of it at the time. I think I was consumed by the novelty, the spectacle, of taking in my first playoff game 7 from a press box to pay it much notice.

Then I encountered Daniel Briere’s reflection to the Washington Times’ Corey Masisak yesterday afternoon. This is what Briere said:

“Another thing that favored us was the condition of the ice,â€? he said. “It was so bad that it was tough for guys like Semin, Backstrom and Ovechkin to get anything going, the ice was so bad. That was another thing that went our way.”

Twice in the same sentence Briere used the words “so bad” to describe Verizon Center’s ice surface Tuesday. Post-game, Briere was amid a madhouse celebration of Flyers’ teammates. What in the world was he doing flapping his yap to a Washington Times’ reporter about Verizon’s Center’s ice surface . . . unless it really was part of a storyline of the game?

badice.jpgA bit more backfile before I lay my bombshell of a theory on you. I was able to arrive in the Verizon Center press lounge reasonably early in the 5:00 hour Tuesday. It was a zoo in there, as you might imagine. There were a lot of friendly faces and plenty of new arrivals as well. It being a game 7, I wanted to survey the pros — the men and women who get paid to work hockey as a beat, and especially the veteran ones who’ve worked these decisive games before — to try and gain a sense of how they thought this remarkable series would conclude.

I was able to chat up 11 press members before seating myself upstairs at my assigned seat, eight affiliated with Washington media, two with Philly, one with a Canadian outlet. All eleven reporters forecasted a Caps’ victory Tuesday night. That sort of unanimity, imbalanced as the survey sample was, struck me as odd, particularly for a series as closely contested as this one. But it matched forecasts I’d seen on television since late Monday night.

With two of the scribes I pressed the matter. Why so Caps’-certain, I asked? The answers were the same, and interesting. The Caps had matured about midway through the series — learned tough lessons from the series’ first three games. Moreover, they were able to adapt in the series in a way that the one-weapon Flyers weren’t: the big-bodied Caps could go physical, whereas the bruising Flyers couldn’t hope to out-finesse the highly skilled Caps.

These reporters mentioned the word “momentum,” if at all, only at the very end of our dialogue, almost as an afterthought. The one variable of vulnerability for the Caps, a few of them suggested, was if somehow Cristobal Huet turned in a dog of a showing. Unlikely, they suggested, but possible.

The Flyers as we all know prevailed Tuesday night, defying the forecast of all 11 hockey media pros I surveyed and a host of national television commentators. I didn’t really think much about this oddity until late yesterday afternoon.

Over a beer early Wednesday evening, without a game to monitor for the first time in months, I had this thought: couldn’t it be possible that all 11 reporters presumed, subconsciously of course, that the Caps Tuesday night at home would be skating on a sheet of ice comparable in quality to Philly’s from the night before?

Makes sense. The two cities, close as they are to one another, experience basically identical weather, and both are home to multi-purpose venues experiencing virtually identical challenges in terms of attaining hockey ice integrity. And perhaps more to the point: fresh in the minds of these reporters was the nature of the goals the Caps scored in game 6 just the night before: that dazzling exchange between Brooks Laich, Alexander Semin, and Nicklas Backstrom on the first Caps’ goal, the one that led Pierre McGuire to issue a warning to the rest of the Eastern conference for its virtuosity; then, Viktor Kozlov’s near 100-ft. bullet, to the tape, of Alexander Ovechkin’s stick blade up the center of the ice, for a third-period breakaway, game-winning tally. And lastly, the insurance marker — a perfectly flat, cross-ice setup from Laich to Ovechkin for a bullet one-timer Martin Biron never saw.

Those type of plays can only be made on decent ice. Those type of plays weren’t made just one night later — though some of them were attempted. On Tuesday night the Caps, on about a half dozen attempts, tried long-range, middle-of-the-ice passes from various players to Ovechkin and Alexander Semin, seeking to replicate game 6’s success. All of them failed, most of them bouncing over or away from the recipients’ stick blade.

Also conspicuous Tuesday night, in light of the preceding night’s success in breakout passes and offensive zone entry, was the Caps’ reliance on dumping and chasing. Why so dramatic a reversal in tactics just 24 hours removed from stunning success — and before 18,000 lunatic-loud supporters?

The explanation, it seems to me, is both simple and shocking: the Caps had no home-ice advantage very late this spring; indeed, as Daniel Briere noted, they had a distinct disadvantage at home. Worse, it was a wound self-inflicted in nature. A most unnecessary one. At one time not all that long ago the Verizon Center aptly demonstrated its ability to chill out, and get the building feeling like a hockey rink should. Correspondingly, the hockey played on the sheet within was of comparatively high quality. But despite the absence of Verizon Center’s other principal tenant, the Wizards, over the weekend, event staff was unable to deliver a competent playing surface for a game 7 in the playoffs — for perhaps the most anticipated and important hockey game Washington, D.C., has hosted in a decade.

It was — is — a scandal. Continue reading ›

A Foul Finish to a Stunner of a Season

I dreaded the elevator ride down to the Capitals’ dressing room at 10:07 p.m. last night. Jubilation, as we in HockeyWashington certainly learned this spring, is a damned fun thing to chronicle and consume, and for the first time it seemed in all of 2008, I had to cover jubilation’s juxtaposition — gut-wrenching, sudden and season-ending defeat.

One that just didn’t quite seem merited.

To reach the Cap’s room I had to pass through a corridor containing the spillover of a Game 7’s jubilation. In pro sports’ postseasons there are of course victors and the vanquished, and of course they share a wing of seclusion in resolution’s aftermath, but for me there was something searing and jarring about seeing so wildly divergent a set of reactions separated by just about 75 feet. And one man’s whistle.

Among the teeming press horde that packed Verizon Center last night most already have or soon will focus their coverage on a white-knuckler of a Game 7 that could have gone either way and was ultimately decided, on a controversial power play, by a Joffrey Lupul goal 6 minutes and change into sudden death, the home team left stunned about the ice and bench. I however feel compelled to report this: two gutsy and talented hockey teams that showed no signs of fatigue from a bruising and emotionally draining affair in another city the previous night and who played six-and-nine-tenths of a seven-game series as tightly and evenly as any in recent playoff memory, deserved to have their series outcome determined in precisely the manner that hockey long ago deemed appropriate in such circumstances.

Which is markedly different from what transpired at Verizon Center late Tuesday night, under the auspices of Mssrs. Koharski and Devorski.

In the second period, on the type of play that just earlier this month against Tampa overturned a goal earned by the Caps, Philadelphia’s Patrick Thoresen shoved Shaone Morrisonn into Cristobal Huet, taking the Caps’ netminder out of the play, allowing Flyer Sami Kapenen an open net into which he gave the Flyers a 2-1 lead. Huet told the media after the game that he thought a penalty could have been called on the play. Still, his team had plenty of time remaining to recover. Eventually, deep in period two, Alexander Ovechkin did tie it up.

Huet and his teammates then played the type of third period Bruce Boudreau couldn’t have scripted any better. They won faceoffs. They peppered Martin Biron with 16 shots while holding Philly to fewer than 5. They controlled the puck in the Flyers’ zone for long stretches. All four Caps’ lines took turns responding to the Rockin’ House of the Red’s loudest urgings.

They did just about everything right. It just wasn’t good enough.

“We couldn’t find the back of the net before them,” Huet said in his customarily quiet postgame voice.

Martin Biron, who looked so unsteady as Monday night’s game 6 got tighter and tougher, rebounded big time Tuesday night, stopping 39 of the 41 shots the Caps sent his way, including all 16 in the penalty-free third period.

The Caps’s Sergei Fedorov was whistled for tripping at 2:52 of period two, and the game’s referees wouldn’t identify another infraction against the home club until 4:15 of overtime.

A camera panned in on the red-sweatered owner seconds after Lupul’s rebound score ended Washington’s season, and in the Capitals’ locker room afterward the owner was asked what at that moment was going through his head.

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“I was disappointed for the fans and for the players who worked so hard. I was disappointed that we lost with a man in the penalty box. I didn’t hear the whistle blow at all tonight after the puck dropped for the third period.

“That’s the way the game goes,” he added.

“Even though people were disappointed in the outcome of the game, they were not disappointed in hockey,” Leonsis noted. “The vibe is so positive [in Washington] right now, as it should be.”

“This is a young, beautiful team that only has unlimited upside. We can keep this team together, that’s been the goal, and this team is worthy of being kept together.

“I don’t think anyone can say we’re still rebuilding,” he added.

In a season in which this Capitals’ team had given so much feel-good buzz to its league, the hardware for which will arrive in just a few weeks’ time, and captured the hockey hearts in Russia, Canada, and elsewhere about the globe, it seemed like they deserved a better send off than the one the league authored and authorized Tuesday night.

Bruce Boudreau afterward was asked what he told his team in a room full of silent dejection.

“I told them they gave me the best year of my life.”

I’d like to thank these Capitals and their coaches for giving me the best season of hockey here in my 34 years of following them.

The Men with Tonight’s Whistles

Paul Devorski and Don Koharski.

You didn’t really think it would be easy tonight, did you?

Koharski, incidentally, worked the Caps-Flyers’ game 7 of 1988.

The Calm Before the Seventh Game Storm

Over a 75-minute period late Monday evening I fielded a dozen-plus phone calls from family, friends, and media, all waxing euphoric over an “It’s ordained in the heavens” sense that Tuesday night was to be all about partying for Caps’ fans.

The euphoria is understandable. Where this Caps’ team is this morning is magical, miraculous, and marvelous. The sense that Uncle ‘Mo is with the Caps is irrefutably accurate. The analysis that suggests that it’s much better to be the Caps than the Flyers right now is spot on.

But there’s this tempering thought:

Because what we’re dealing with on April 22, 2008, at Verizon Center is a Game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs, none of the preceding variables matter.

None.

If you think this Flyers’ team is busing down I-95 in perfunctory fashion to play the patsy to our party, you’re in for a rude awakening around 7:15 Tuesday evening. On this blog over the weekend we talked about a reversal of pressure, from an advantage for Philly toward one for the Caps. It reversed itself again around 9:30 Monday night. For the past three games the Caps have been the hunters. Beginning tonight, they’re the hunted. And Alexander Semin’s wrists and Alexander Ovechkin’s new-found confidence, I’m loathe to report, don’t mean a heck of a lot in the matter.

In a very real sense, the heart of the matter is articulated best by Flin Flon, Manitoba’s, Donnie Schultzhoffer, television commentator for the big game in ‘Mystery, Alaska,’ when asked to sum up the small town’s chances against the New York Rangers:

“This isn’t exactly rocket surgery. Now send the kids out of the room. I don’t care how fast a skater you are, if you don’t play this game with a big heart and a big bag of knuckles in front of the net, you don’t got dinky-doo.”

From this blogger’s perspective, there was a whole lot of dinky-doo in the doings of the Caps Monday night, particularly when down 2-0 in the second period amid the Philly frenzied, but there’s also no guatantee it’ll be back Tuesday.

But to take a step back — and an important one — Washington this spring deserves what’s arrived here tonight. What will take place tonight at Verizon Center represents the summit of sports’ hold on our culture. This is neither the file nor the forum (right now) for an elaborate debate about Game 7s in hockey versus those in other sports. They all have their virtues. But hockey’s hold the greatest quotient for unpredictability.

They often deliver remarkable feats of heroism. When we learned that the Caps would be playing the Flyers two weeks ago we posted a video file of Dale Hunter scoring a Game 7, series-ending goal in overtime, against Philadelphia. It occasioned an outpouring of reminiscence here. To no surprise to us.

Incidentally, this spring marks the twentieth anniversary of that goal.

Often, Game 7s are scintillating in their drama. Moreso than any other sport’s single night’s sudden deaths they raise us out of our spectating seats precisely because every single rush of the puck carries such magnitude.

And Washington this spring, however accidentally and or fortuitously, has embraced hockey in all its culture and trappings. And so it should experience this rare vintage of a Game 7 sporting drama. And savor it.

Nothing that precedes Game 7 means that much — not 20,000 maniacs in red, not the momentum earned just 24 hours before up the Interstate. Line matchups don’t matter that much. Who’s home, who’s away is virtually irrelevant.

And as such that is their elemental and enduring appeal. These games — and they occur rather rarely — are their own islands, with their own tides, winds, and storms. That the Caps — the Cardiac Caps — should be involved in one this spring, and against an arch-nemesis of playoffs past, perhaps should be no surprise at all.

We are so lucky to host one.


Look Familiar?

What does this goal remind you of:

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Hello Mr. Hart, Hello Game 7: Caps 4 / Flyers 2

Never Give In, Never Give Up

Here it is: the new Capitals’ opening video that premiered in Game 1 . . . more terrific work by the Caps’ production crew. The video starts with “The Pilots’ Theme” from the Stealth soundtrack, then segues into The Crystal Method’s “Now Is The Time”, and ends with Papa Roach’s “To Be Loved”.

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Rock the Red Rabbit Foot for Luck

Is the Big ‘Mo with the Team in Red?

Hockey’s most mysterious quality is momentum. It wavers at times — is obliterated, even — from shift to shift. Years ago I saw it change for the Caps from bad to beautiful with a single shift of chaos from Kevin Kaminski. A solitary act of incompetence by a single referee, as with yesterday’s mystery infraction alleged against Sergei Fedorov in period two, can (and did) radically realign a game’s outlook.

The Caps earned a series-prolonging victory Saturday afternoon, but it wasn’t until about 4:30, as I walked toward a Verizon Center exit behind Flyer forward Mike Knuble, that I thought this series’ momentum might have changed.

I was walking, but Knuble most assuredly was not. He was more in a shuffle of anguish. I’ve seen my share of miraculous recoveries from fairly major injuries in 48 hours’ time, especially in the NHL playoffs, but watching Knuble labor under such obvious distress, I began to wonder if the sudden shift in the series’ authorship of the physical — for the second straight game the Caps outhit the Flyers — might have signaled a new overall control. In this series, control of the physical most often means victory.

Suddenly, Saturday seemed like more than a single loss for the team still the favorite to prevail.

It was only after I’d arrived home that I learned from Corey Masisak’s blog that Knuble was indeed out for Monday — and Tuesday, if there’s a game 7.

Meanwhile, in the other dressing room, there are suddenly answers where 40 hours earlier there were only questions.

In a series in which Alexander Ovechkin is goal-starved his countryman Sasha Semin has announced himself as a stealth sniper, setup man, and in-your-face antagonist, the latter of which I don’t imagine was of much concern to the Flyers’ coaching staff when this series began. Semin’s game-winning goal Saturday was surreal — I described it in my game file as a “high-slot sling of heavy, heavy heat” — and the type of tally that can rattle an opposing team out of its comfort zone. It’s one thing to have a home team hold serve in a gritty elimination game; it’s quite another to see a secondary star being born into a primary role and leading a comeback. The Flyers have done a magnificent job of mitigating the impact of the planet’s best hockey player. Now they have to do something about his roomie on the road.

And keep an eye on that Mike Green fella.

Semin’s 6 points through the series’ first five games are second only to Green’s 7, but it’s when you stand about a foot away from the supremely shy 24-year-old and see the playoff’s black and blue etched deep within his face that you fully appreciate his maturation this postseason.

That’s right, there was an Alexander Semin sighting among the press yesterday afternoon. He did his best to duck us again — biking (his customary post-game pursuit), bathing, even immersing himself in a video training session — but eventually he came out and with the aid of a Russian journalist answered a half dozen questions from the local press. He has a Halloween-scary look about him now. It’s really quite beautiful.

“I’m playing as well as I can, I’m happy with how I’m playing and I feel good,” he said.

In his bashfulness Semin is economic with his expressions but also thoughtful in a summary kind of way.

“It’s a different game in the playoffs,” he noted. “You simply can’t make mistakes at the blueline — you can’t lose the puck, you have to use your chances.”

Semin’s turnover awareness may be most heartening to a fanbase patiently awaiting his maturation on that front. He’s playing with confidence, an inspiration for which there is no surprise: on playing with Sergei Fedorov — “He sees the ice very well, he’s a great passer and as far as what he’s brought to the team I think it’s more of a confidence.”

Alluding to Semin in particular and some of his other young players as well, Bruce Boudreau confirmed a change, a maturation within this series: “I think there’s a big difference from the first three games of the series to the last two,” the coach said in his postgame press conference. “Semin, Backstrom, some of these younger guys are really playing good hockey right now.”

Another player helping to change this series’ outlook is its unlikeliest, perhaps — Steve Eminger.

“He’s stepped in and done a tremendous job,” his coach said late Saturday afternoon. “He’s playing physical, he’s taking hits, he’s doing a lot of the stuff that Steve Eminger can do.”

There is no game film to analyze for the remarkable ascensions individual players make from one night to the next in the NHL playoffs. The opposition merely endures it and hopes one of its own can answer in kind. But the combination of three young Caps so delivering — Semin and his new-found grit, Backstrom suddenly looking no longer the NHL rookie, and Steve Eminger, the forgotten one now a third-pairing rearguard creeping toward top four minutes with his polish and poise — gives the Caps and their fans hope for the underdog on Monday night.

“It’s not a situation that we’re not used to,” Gabby noted. “We’re gonna go into that building and we’re gonna play as hard and we’re gonna leave everything in that building that we have.”

No one I think doubts the effort they’ll bring. The Flyers, however, now thrust in the must-win role themselves, elst they face Red Chinatown again, have to wonder if the series’ swagger has swung Washington’s way as well.

“… our blogosphere is bigger and better than their blogosphere …”

You read OFB, Off Wing, Japers’ Rink, The Peerless, and more. Are you reading the blog by Ted Leonsis? I’m not talking about Ted’s Take… I’m talking about his blog on USA Today, Inside the Owner’s Box. There have been some absolute gems. Here are a few:

Day 3: Saturday, April 12 (Capitals 5, Flyers 4)

I of course also had a Jesuit priest at the game [last night] with us along with a rabbi and a Greek priest working in the background. I covered my bases with a higher calling. I wore exactly the same clothes (down to the underwear and socks) since we have won eight games in a row while I’ve been wearing this outfit.

Inside the Owner's Box - USA Today
Inside the Owner's Box - USA Today
Day 5: Monday, April 14

I am debating whether to wear Red in a hostile building. It will be a game-time decision.

Day 6: Tuesday, April 15

We are seated in a suite— I sit outside in the exposed seats and right next to some Flyers fans; it is a fun experience until one of the fans has a few too many beers —and screams in my face — ” Are you not entertained!”. I calmly say, ‘”OK Maximus —sit down and take it easy —it is a long series.” I embrace the setting; it is NHL playoff hockey after all.

Day 10: Saturday, April 19

I am starting to get spammed by Flyers fans now. A few of them are pretty funny and have mastered the art of trash talk — some have over-the-top keyboard courage too. All is fair in love and war, I guess. Here is a fact I do know — our blogosphere is bigger and better than their blogosphere, thank you very much. Thanks Flyers fans for caring so much — I enjoy the back and forth.

We arrive at the arena and my son and I go shake hands with our coaching staff. We see Sergei Fedorov in the hallway. He stops his stretching and comes to see me, shakes my hand and says “thank you — this is so much fun.” I say “No, thank you — I appreciate all you have done and will do for our team.” We hug and he has a twinkle in his eye. He says, “We have great fans — and I love playing in this building”.

The last four minutes of the game are a blur — lots of noise, lots of shots on goal, lots of hitting and we pull it out! We win 3-2. I am relieved … We go down to the locker room and the team is all business — no celebrating a win, game faces still on and they are already getting ready and preparing for Monday night’s battle in Philadelphia.

Tell me we don’t have the coolest owner in all of sports. Do yourself a favor. Grab another cup of joe, click this link, and enjoy.

Washington Forces Game 6: Caps 3 / Flyers 2