There was one other element integral to summer’s startling sales volume, Van Stone told me: June’s FanFest out at Kettler, scheduled hard on the heels of the Caps’ domination of the NHL Awards Gala in Toronto. Recall that the Caps arranged to have all of that hardware — Ovie’s Pearson, Hart, and Richard trophies as well as Coach Boudreau’s Jack Adams’, set out at the practice facility for photographing and admiration by FanFest patrons.

“FanFest was phenomenal for us,” Van Stone told me. “You couldn’t put a price on that for us.”

He has a point. In those four trophies, each of which is about the height of Jeff Schultz and the weight of a stuffed gear bag, the Caps were able to showcase their glorious and star-studded present and pitch a credible claim that it was in place in Washington for as long as the mind could imagine. And in honors volume, likely being added to, soon.

I asked Van Stone about Comcast’s Hillary and her participation in marketing the team, and if he thought that could be interpreted as a conflict of interest for a reporter covering the team. He offered me what I thought was an insightful perspective on the strategy.

“You know what I’ve found in hockey — everyone’s a partner with you, everyone wants our game to be successful.

“It’s a bit of a tribal mindset,” he added.

I found this latter reflection spectacularly searing in its truth. Go to a “lifer” in our sport, someone with a career vested in it, seeking help to help the game, and expect to get both hands extended out for offered labor. And a smile to go along with.

Alexander Ovechkin wants to make Washington a hockey town. And he’s well on his way. I think Hillary wants to cover a hockey town. I just want to shame Washington Post sports editors a little.

But back to the Phone Booth, fast becoming a building of burgeoning humanity. Now the Capitals of course have no direct control over allocation in the Club Level — the best-seats bane of the Booth. But just as we saw in ‘07-’08’s stretch run and in the first round of the playoffs, expect a sizable set of fannies in there this season as opposed to the vast sea of mid-level emptiness of years past. Winners with out-of-this-world superstars have a way of heating up interest in the lobbying and fat-cat perches.

More tangible, however, is the disappearance of seats in the loge levels. Those are the right-above-the-lower-bowl set at both ends of the rink (orange in your pictured seating chart). Really good seats. One end section of them is entirely gone, for the entire season.

“Do you see those three white placards on the three seats in the other end?” McDermott asked me. “That’s all that’s left.”

Just three single seats available out of the two end loge sections. (At this moment I briefly recalled Yahoo’s Ross McKeon and his call this summer to pull up the stakes on hockey in Washington. You know, for Washington’s indifference to the sport.)

Also gone, entirely, for the season: the Eagle’s Nest; and, upper bowl corner perches typically priced at about $25.

The Caps have set aside 2,000 seats for groups and an additional 2,000 seats for individual game purchases. Individual games go on sale this Saturday. Van Stone was blunt about the fate of high-profile games such as Detroit’s Saturday matinee arrival in January and the two dates with Pittsburgh: “They won’t survive the weekend,” he predicted.

All told, the Caps have a solid 10,000 “full equivalent” season tickets on the books, which doesn’t account for another 2,000 patrons seated in suites and the Club level. More could have been sold were it not for the group and individual game set-asides. McDermott told me that game-day sales and walk-ups account for an additional 3,000-5,000 purchases. When you run the numbers, the turnstiles are-a-humming: really, on no night in 2008-09 should Verizon Center draw a crowd for hockey south of 15,000. The Caps ranked 20th out of 30 teams last season in the number of tickets actually purchased (as opposed to the Susan O’Malley Attendance Meter), and on Monday night McDermott predicted the team would rank somewhere between 10th and 15th in paid attendance during the upcoming season.

More good news: Student Rush is returning. It’ll be on Thursday nights. $15 for a seat in the upper bowl, $35 for one in the lower (better be a small campus), and again this year, the students get fed, too: a Chipotle burrito comes with.

The Caps have so many new plan holders (”well over 4,000,” Van Stone said) that the team held two nights of orientation for first-timer season ticket holders out at Kettler earlier this summer. All of the benefits of being a season-long stakeholder were explained to them, and at the end of the seminar the newbies were invited to skate on the Kettler sheet with Dave Steckel, Karl Alzner, and Eric Fehr. (Symbolic of the team’s youth.)

The Caps this summer have made having a ticket stake in the team a special status. Beyond the value of having guaranteed access to seats for every game, membership, the Caps have demonstrated, indeed does have its privileges. All season ticket holders were mailed a commemorative laminated ticket for opening night against the ‘Hawks, and all were also shipped lanyards with a plastic sheathing for their tickets. VIP planners — those down hard by the glass in rows A and B — have instead of individual tickets a laminated badge akin to the all-access passes we’ve all seen worn by roadies for rock bands. Cool stuff.

If you build it they will come is the memorable refrain from a very memorable Kevin Costner sports movie. The “It” being hockey is being built in Washington, and they are coming, very much red and rockin’.

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License and Registration, Please

By Gustafsson
Monday, September 15, 2008

This effort was attempted in Virginia a few years back and did not get enough applications at the time.  I think there will be a better result this time around.  Maryland, you’re all set.  See the following Capitals’ Press Release for more details along with what the heck I’m talking about.

ARLINGTON, VA., – Washington Capitals fans in Maryland and Virginia will soon have a new means to show their team spirit by purchasing Caps license plates. Applications for both states are available now at WashingtonCaps.com/licenseplate.

Fans can also pick up a copy of either application at the community relations table behind section 104 on the main concourse or at the fan club table during a Caps home game.

The cost for the Caps Maryland license plate will be a one-time fee of $50, with half of the fee benefiting Washington Capitals Charities.  The plates will feature the Caps eagle logo and will be distributed in November 2008 at the earliest. During the season the Caps will host an online auction of the first 100 Maryland license plates with proceeds also benefiting Washington Capitals Charities. Details regarding the auction will be announced at a later date.

Prepaid applications are now being accepted to establish the Caps Virginia license plate. Currently 350 prepaid applications are necessary before the plates will be placed in circulation. The cost to Virginia drivers will be an annual fee of $25. Once the Caps reach a milestone of 1,000 Caps Virginia license plates, $15 of the annual fee will benefit Washington Capitals Charities. The Virginia design is currently in development and will be available in the upcoming months. Fans will receive their license plates during the 2009-10 season.

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September of ‘74: Novelty and Excitement Tempered by a Daunting Reality

By pucksandbooks
Friday, September 12, 2008

How did Washington media react to the arrival of hockey here in September 1974, and cover the Capitals’ first-ever training camp? It was a question I formulated late this summer, and this week the Capitals graciously invited me to rummage through their print archives for clippings from that month 34 years ago. The Caps possess an impressive and exhaustive chronology of their history as it has been recorded by local print media over the entirety of the organization’s life, including coverage dating back to 1972, when Abe Pollin began lobbying in earnest for a hockey team here to help anchor a new arena he would build in the Maryland suburbs.

My mid-week extended lunch hour in the Caps’ archives wasn’t just a pleasant, nostalgic stroll down Landover’s Memory Lane; it was a striking time-travel backward in sports culture, to an era of the helmet-less and toothless, and the Capitals’ print collections include not only news stories and columns of the era but primitive print advertisements alerting Washingtonians to the allure of the strange new sport in town. It’s a clippings collection that powerfully reminds its peruser that Washington does indeed possess a rich and novel hockey history. And no exploration of the Capitals’ maiden season is complete without reference to Mike Vogel’s detail-rich reckoning of the leadup to opening night of season 1.  

The Caps conducted their first-ever training camp in London, Ontario, at the London Gardens, and many clippings from both the Washington Post and the Washington Star-News that September bear London as dateline. There appeared to me to be a great deal of intrigue and enthusiasm lacing the news coverage from that first training camp — the big papers in town sent reporters to Ontario to cover all of camp – but there was as well an equal volume of foreboding in the coverage. Consider: 56 hockey players were invited to 1974’s first camp . . . and the overwhelming majority of them were NHL rookies (some of the news accounts suggest as many as 54!). Not quite what confronted, say, the expansion Florida Panthers in 1993, was it?

Among my perusings I found a fair bit of coverage directed at Mike Marson, a second-round Capitals’ selection from that summer’s draft. Marson made the Caps that fall, and in so doing became only the second black to play in the NHL. Marson’s would be one of the few positive storylines from ‘74-’75.

‘Columbia Eyes NHL,’ by Mark Asher, Washington Post [publication date unknown]

“National Hockey League President Clarence Campbell announced yesterday in New York that the NHL will award two expansion franchises in May for the 1974-75 season and that he anticipated an application for a team in Columbia, Maryland.”

‘Pollin, Mayor Discuss Arena,’ Washington Post, July 11, 1972

“Abe Pollin, the man who has a professional hockey franchise for Washington, met with Mayor Walter E. Washington yesterday to discuss the possibility of building a sports arena downtown.”

‘Capitals Issue Reprieves to 12 Young Amateurs,’ by Robert Fachet, Washington Post, Saturday, September 14, 1974

“LONDON, Ontario — A dreary, drizzly Friday the 13th became unexpectedly bright for many of the embryo pro hockey players in the Washington Capitals’ rookie camp. General manager Milt Schmidt, planning to keep five amateurs in addition to his seven bonus babies, relented at guillotine time today and retained 12.

“Recipients of the good tidings were goalies Garth Malarchuk, Kelvin Crickson, and Peter Lambert; defenseman O.J. Simpson and John Duncan; left wings John Nazar, Leo Koopmans, Dave McKee and Bernard Plante; right wing Bob Goodenow  . . .  

‘Capitals Cut Two Cooks,’ by Phil Hersh, The Evening Sun, September 19, 1974

“LONDON: The way the Washington Capitals’ first training camp is going, the last thing the hockey players need are the caloric delights of gourmet cooking.

“Just in case they couldn’t resist temptation, however, management pared a pair of cooks, Jiri Bar and Florian Lampert, from the roster.

“Bar, a Czech, returned to his job as executive chef of the Sheraton Airport Inn in Philadelphia. Lampert, an Austrian, now can go back to puffing pastry for the residents of Watergate.”

‘Capital Veterans Arrive on Scene,’ by Russ White, Washington Star-News, September 19, 1974

“LONDON: On the ice the Washington-Capitals are young men with long hair, exaggerated moustaches, toothless and tireless. Yesterday they shook loose from summer to skate up and down the slick surface of the London Gardens.

“There are 54 players in the camp. Only 20 will come back to Washington.”

Advertisement in the Washington Post: [Rudimentary hockey player in action silhouette pictured] ”Thwaaack! . . . If you think football season tickets are rough, get ready for NHL hockey  . . . [Hard break] Redskins’ tickets are hard to come by. [Hard break] Hockey’s gonna be worse.” [ ! ]

‘Capitals: Nothing to Lose,‘ by Bob Fachet, Washington Post, September 16, 1974 

“LONDON: Thirty-four men, all considered expendable by previous employers, sat in London Gardens this morrning and heard the welcome words that someone appreciated their talents.

“The 34 professional hockey players with varying references will make up the core of the Washington Capitals, who open their initial NHL season in just 24 days.

“Some of you think you’re here because nobody else wanted you,” said Capitals’ general manager Milt Schmidt. “That’s not true. We want you . . .”

“The Capitals are unanimously assigned to last place in preseason surveys, with the only question raised about them being whether Washington or Kansas City will break the New York Islanders’ NHL record of 60 losses in a season.

“The players publicly claim to ignore the slurs, but they have to hurt inside.”

‘Capitals Find Training Is Sink or Swim,’ by Russ White, Washington Star-News, September 20, 1974

“LONDON: When Milt Schmidt was awakened at 3:45 yesterday, he feared the ruckus outside his window came from some of the Washington Capitals hockey team.

“Five young men were skinny-dipping in the motel swimming pool.

“The Capitals’ general manager was relieved to learn that the swimmers — at sub-40 temperatures — were conventioners.”

‘Caps’ Mike Marson just wants to be a hockey player,’ Associated Press, September 12, 1974

“New York: Mike Marson wants to avoid labels, except for the one after his name, which reads, ” . . . of the National Hockey League’s Washington Capitals.”

“He’d prefer to be known simply as another rookie forward trying to make it big in the NHL this year after being the leading scorer for the Sudbury Wolves of the Ontario Junior Hockey Association.

“I’m no different than any other Canadian kid,” he says. “I always wanted to be a hockey player in the NHL. I still have the little pair of skates my parents put on me when they dragged me out to a rink when I was about six years old.” 

‘Capitals debut Friday at Centre,’ by Ray Boss, Prince George’s Sentinel, Seprember 25, 1974

“LONDON: The Washington Capitals, the area’s newest entrant in the pro sports sweepstakes, make their local debut Friday night when the fabled Montreal Canadians invade Capital Centre for an 8 p.m. encounter.

“For the unitiated, Washington and Montreal both play in the same league, although it may not appear that way Friday night.”

Amazingly, the expansion Capitals tied the Habs 4-4 that night. Perhaps more amazingly, the Washington Post ran three separate photos of the exhibition game on its sports front the following Saturday morning, along with its game file.

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It’s SRO for a September Rookie Camp Scrimmage

By The OFB Team
Monday, September 8, 2008

A cursory visit to the Caps’ web site informs of September 18th’s Rookie Camp scrimmage against the Flyers being sold out. Could tickets for the 3:00 scrimmage actually make it to craigslist or eBay? (Not yet) It’d be nice to see Kettler that day as red as Verizon Center was for the Flyers’ playoff visits back in April.  

The scrimmage concludes Rookie Camp, with veterans reporting the next day and on-ice drills commencing on Saturday, September 20.

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Washington Capitals: Admit One

By The OFB Team
Friday, August 29, 2008

Here’s a sure sign that hockey season is close: Thousands of fans came home from work and were greeted by a special delivery of their Washington Capitals 2008-09 Season Tickets.

Below is a scan of the Home Opener ticket — a replica of the Southeastern Division Championship Banner in a hard plastic material.  There is a perforation between the “banner” and the picture, but it’s still a sizable ticket. And yes, the Caps were kind enough to include Capitals-branded lanyards to wear said ticket around your neck.

Caps Home Opener Ticket

Caps Home Opener Ticket

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Need Two for the Rookie Scrimmage? Be Online Next Thursday

By The OFB Team
Thursday, August 28, 2008

Caps’ fans wanting to get into Kettler Capitals Iceplex for the September 18 scrimmage between the Caps’ and Flyers’ prospects that day will need to be online and at the Caps’ Web site next Thursday, September 4, when the team will issue free tickets required for admission. Per the team press release today on the event:

“The Washington Capitals’ 2008 rookie camp begins Sept. 14 and culminates with a game against the Philadelphia Flyers rookies on Thursday, Sept. 18, at 3 p.m. at Kettler Capitals Iceplex.

“Every on-ice session during rookie camp is free and open to the public to attend. The game against Philadelphia is also free, but a ticket will be needed to gain admission. To secure a ticket, fans will need to RSVP at WashingtonCaps.com. Since seating at Kettler Capitals Iceplex is limited there is a maximum of two tickets per person, and tickets are available on a first-come, first-served basis. A ticket will gain fans admission to the game, but because of seating limitations it does not necessarily guarantee a seat.

“Fans can begin to RSVP online on Thursday, Sept. 4, and will need to bring their printed confirmation with them to gain admission to the game. Fans will need to enter through the main entrance of Kettler Capitals Iceplex, which is on the eighth floor of the Ballston Common Mall parking garage. No copies or duplicate confirmation sheets will be permitted.

This will be a first-of-its-kind event at the facility, and given the opponent, not one to be missed.

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Candy Now Competing with Hockey at the Area Check-out

By The OFB Team
Tuesday, August 26, 2008

OFB reader Kathleen today gave us an encouraging heads-up from a recent shopping trip in the area:

“In the check-out line at Shopper’s [Food Warehouse] I was drooling looking over the candy to my right and I looked up to the generic Starbucks, Barnes & Noble, and Old Navy $25 gift cards that are always there. But this time was different. What did I see? A $25 gift card to NHL.com, that’s what. Almost bought it too, just for kicks.  Wanted to share my hockey moment, in hopes that maybe . . . just maybe . . . hockey truly is catching on in this town.”

Have you noticed similarly unusual bursts of pro hockey enthusiasm among area merchants this summer? Or just unexpected brushes with our game, in unexpected places? Share them with us if so.

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Nurturing the Fashion Passion of HockeyWashington

By pucksandbooks
Monday, August 25, 2008

What does Rock the Red mean to you today, well away from its inauguration and deployment during the 2007-08 season? What does it mean to the Capitals now? How should it be cultivated, nurtured, and deployed in 2008-09?

Also: was it hooey and hokie or a heartfelt rallying cry for you? Do you want to see more of it in the new season? Should Verizon Center be Redded Out for Cristobal Huet’s return with the ‘Hawks on Opening Night?

Let me submit that what we sat among and saw on television in the stands last spring was special. It was an uprising. Of passion-fashion. It was a community powerfully connecting with its hockey team.

(It actually forced old media print columnists to come and cover hockey.)

Let me also submit that it wasn’t fad or fleeting in its heartbeat — that it’s an indigenous state of the contemporary hockey mind here. Team officials in Philadelphia tried to replicate what was originated here in their rink, but they had to distribute thousands of orange t-shirts in their rip-off act, and in the end, it came off as copycat, forced, and generic.

There will be more genuine Caps’ fans in Verizon Center this coming season than perhaps in any season preceding, as thousands of Washingtonians have purchased season tickets this summer. The opportunity will be red-ripe to Red Out the building whenever the team wants to.

Personally, I have one deeply ingrained reason for wanting to see the scheme continue — but with great care: the sight of an orange-and-black-less Washington rink for games against Philthy — playoff games at that! — remains something of a dream theater to me.

In real time last spring there was a searing sense that the Caps had, with the look, connected with their much-maligned fanbase in durable fashion. Metro trains never looked so gorgeous. Folks painted their faces and dyed their hair. Some wore red socks. Men in red dresses never looked so . . . mainstream.

That Alexander Ovechkin would lead our hockey team to great feats like the against-all-odds Southeast Division title last season was, and is, from my vantage, merely predictable byproduct for his other-wordly game. But that he could engineer, in Pied Piper red-fashion, the obliteration of the enemy’s colors and pawns from our building, precisely when they most wanted to be there, that’s special. I’m not sure I thought I’d ever see that happen.

Of course, in identifying Ovechkin as architect and engineer of our awesome new atmosphere I’m conflating his on-ice heroics with the clever atmosphere actions of the team’s marketing pros. And AO alone among Caps’ players shouldn’t be exclusively credited for 07-08’s home rink euphoria. But he is, for lack of a better description, our banner boy — certainly the face of the franchise. He is the Pied Piper of Pucks in this town.

It’s amusing to think that perhaps AO foreshadowed the Caps’ special spring scene at home back in July 2007, when the first installments of the team’s new colors and look made their way to Russia.

Those who participated in the Red Outs, as well as those Caps’ fans watching on television at home, likely are of one mind when it comes to rolling out the Red again: it ought not to be a commonplace occurrence, it ought never to be trite and trifling. It ought to be summoned only for truly special occasions. It’s like a team’s special occasion jerseys or sweaters, in a sense — you always want them to remain special.

Good news on that front. Tim McDermott, the Caps’ Senior VP, Chief Marketing Officer, this morning told me, “Red will be our brand campaign/theme again this year . . . we will select a few high profile games for a Rock the Red/Red Out theme.”

And note that the Red Rally Cry still has to be tested against Pennsylvania’s other team. Hmm . . . should we Red-Out all games against the two Keystone Staters? And by extension, should we avoid the fashion-passion statement against all Southeast division foes, further damning an already depressing division alliance? Or, the Caps and HockeyWashington might opt to Red Out the Phone Booth on November 10, against Tampa, and welcome back Barry Melrose to the NHL in spirited fashion.

And welcome back a certain netminder, too.

Going forward, should the team, on its website, make the selection of Red Out nights an interactive force, and poll the impassioned on their fashion in advance of select regular season games? Should season ticket holders have a special say? For certain there should be specially priced Killian’s Red at the concession stands.

There was a marvelous viral quality to the rollout of the Red last spring. It was a beautiful infection, anything but unhealthy. Long may it afflict us.

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When Reader Email Should Be a Blog File

By pucksandbooks
Friday, August 22, 2008
Your Cup'pa Joe tastes better with OFB.

Reader Paul offered his consent for OFB to publish email he sent me yesterday; I judged it too thoughtful and illuminating to keep all to myself. I also love its spirit. I also think he should write for Yahoo. Needless to say, he’ll soon have a new mug for his morning joe. Enjoy.

“I have always believed DC to be a hockey town and have known more hard-core hockey fans here than anywhere else that I have lived (except Minnesota). Many (probably most, and including me) of them developed their passion somewhere else.

The Washington Post’s attitude always amazed me. Almost like they do not understand the nature of this town when it comes to sports, something they understand very well when it comes to covering politics. It was created out of a swamp on purpose . . . so it would not have an entrenched provincial outlook . . . like Philly or NYC.

This role DC plays for hockey is huge. I would argue DC is the most valuable asset the NHL has, for the entire league. If DC did not have a team, all the transplant’s hockey passion would be completely wasted and would wane. In a way, it could be argued that the league should subsidize DC’s effort. This is the IDEAL market for the league to have a player like Ovechkin, where his appeal can be transferred across the league . . . he would be wasted in Edmonton, Buffalo, Detroit and Minnesota. This is especially true since hockey is not regularly nationally televised like the other sports and does not have an American equivalent of “Hockey Night in Canada.” (DC is not the ideal place to have an underperforming team; such a thing would hurt the whole sport.)

This was not doubt part of the thinking the NHL had in starting or moving teams to Atlanta, Florida and Phoenix, to satisfy the passion of all the people from the north who have moved there. The problem however is those places have an overwhelming culture to assimilate those people to the local provincial outlook (which may not include hockey). DC has no such culture — it is perfectly happy to host all the provincial attitudes, [and] Congress reinforces this non-assimilation.

One hockey buddy of mine, (a natural Caps fan) recently moved to Albuquerque. His hockey passion is going to have problems. Transplanted hockey fans in DC (with the notable exception of many Penguin people) are also mature hockey fans who can handle cheering for the Caps and switch on the odd occasion when their ‘natural’ team comes to town. These types of people are very, very valuable people for the NHL. Passion for your entertainment product has to be encouraged nationally or the sport will become relegated to ghettos. DC is a great place to do it . . . sort of like setting up a booth at the Atlanta airport.

Team moves also are an interesting angle that can be examined here in DC. I am a natural (whatever team you were a fan of when you are 8 years old) North Stars fan. I cannot stand the Dallas Stars . . . I intensely dislike everything about that organization and my passion was transferred quite well toward the Caps. I know many Hartford Whalers fans who feel the same way (varying degrees of opposition to the Hurricanes). I tested this unusual conversion a number of years ago in a trip to Minnesota when the Caps happened to be playing the Wild. I went to the game . . . and cheered adamantly for the Caps! No residual feelings whatsoever.

Thanks, sorry for the long note.”

Paul, thanks for caring enough to send it.

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A Hockey Town Turns the Other Cheek

By pucksandbooks
Thursday, August 21, 2008

The most influential and important hockey writer today wrote this about HockeyWashington yesterday:

“This is where the Washington Post has failed its readership for, oh, about 30 years: It counts empty seats at the Capitals games and uses that as a barometer for its hockey coverage; dismissing the fact that there are hockey fans who only attend a game here or there, and are still watching the NHL well after Washington’s season comes to an end.

The blockbuster box office for the Capitals this summer speaks to two things: The bandwagon nature of the D.C. fan (indisputable) and the reaction from the hockey community to the current incarnation of the team. The guy who works at the Pentagon and cheered for Rod Gilbert as a young Rangers fan is buying the same season ticket as the kid who grew up in Arlington, Va. cheering for Peter Bondra — they both love the game, and luckily have the means to watch Alexander Ovechkin 41 times a season.

Capitals fans are a proud group (to which my colleague Mr. McKeon can now attest). But what makes Washington an indispensable [emphasis OFB's] NHL city goes beyond the fortunes of the local team on or off the ice. For years, the naysayers have been saying D.C. will never be a Capitals town.

They miss the point: It is now, and always shall be, a hockey town.

In about a hundred words Wyshynski captured perfectly the Capitals’ present as well as its black-media past. We ought never to forget this moment. Particularly as you, dear reader, made it happen. With a little help from Ovechkin.

As it relates to Wyshynski’s colleague, Ross McKeon, who authored sheer stupidity on Yahoo last week, I say it’s time to let the reactionary outrage die, save for this reflection: I’m of the opinion that someone who’s vested in the coverage of hockey as McKeon has been (for decades) has something akin to a solemn obligation to report on the game for its general betterment. Which he didn’t do last week. Put plainly: hockey can’t contract and endure the MSM slings and arrows that would follow. (Kornheiser would unretire to chime in.)Washington's Sea of Red

This is not to say that hockey writers like McKeon ought to sugarcoat bad news, or fawn over the sport in general. But they ought to recognize that they operate in a Third World of sports journalism (Versus; D9 of WaPost), and they ought to try and cover the sport in an uplifting fashion, to report today with an awareness that hockey is operating in a bit of a Golden Age, while still largely being ignored: its appeal is truly global; it’s far and away the sports leader in new media synergy and buzz; it’s welcomed at Wrigley Field; and it’s a money-maker!

So why in the world would a reporter imbedded in it want to piss in the punch bowl? We already have ESPN doing that for us.

No matter. Some prejudices (15th St. NW) die hard. But old grievances now can be shouldered aside. Once they were our offseason substance and sustenance; now they are substance-less distraction. The present is packed (to the roof) with unprecedented passion. Next month the Capitals will turn away fans from an SRO assembly at Kettler for a rookie scrimmage with the Flyers. That home opening night with the ‘Hawks — not even a conference foe — will seem like a Judas Priest concert at the Pringle, circa ‘86.

Once upon a time we parried and thrusted with every stab directed our way. Today we can look upon the attackers with pity. For you see, Greg’s right, that’s the prerogative of a hockey town.

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The State of the Washington Sports Union, August 2008

By pucksandbooks
Thursday, August 14, 2008

We who find succor and solace in the refrigerated mustiness of rinks do enjoy the occasional night out at the old ballyard, and last night, amid yet another stunner in this greatest-ever weather in the history of Washington Augusts, two hockey bloggers enjoyed that experience at Nationals Stadium. Despite the on-field product offered there. The Sporting News’ Eric McErlain and I cracked open roasted peanuts, occasionally followed yet another Nats’ mauling, and did what two sports-loving friends do best in one another’s company: survey and solve Washington’s sports’ problems over a few beers.

Creative and caring about our home though we be, we may not be able to aid these present Nats. There is rebuilding and then there is this team: godawful, and embarrassingly non-competitive. There were no delusions about this team flirting with mediocrity this season, I don’t think, but Nats’ ownership and management, I also think, had some level of obligation to assemble something remotely attractive in this the maiden season of baseball in Washington’s beautiful new ballpark. The final last night was Mets 12, Nats goose egg.

When the Capitals were rebuilding they were rather surprisingly competitive, and even fun to support. Having Ovechkin certainly helped, but there were other heart-and-soul types to rally around, and even on the toughest of nights two seasons ago one could see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.

There are two jewel ballparks separated by about 40 miles in our region, and both most nights are half empty (or worse). It’s not so good. Last night was for all intents and purposes a road game for the home Nats, there were so many Mets’ caps and jerseys outfitted on patrons. I moved past souvenir stand after souvenir stand with lone workers in each conspicuously inactive. The baseball product here now, despite its gorgeous, sparkling new home, isn’t selling. And in such conditions, beleaguered franchises acquire the parasitic, preponderant presence of enemy fanbases.

There was as well conspicuous youth to last night’s “crowd”: offices that months ago had purchased blocks of Nats’ tickets have surrendered them, night after failing night, to summer interns and the teenage children of associates. On pretty summer nights for them it is better than hanging out at the mall.

Then there is the television dilemma: even family members of the Nationals aren’t following at home.

No one affiliated with the Nats now ought to be proud, and a revolutionary redrawing of the master plan (such as it is) ought to be well underway.

That ought to include, high on the list, re-pricing seats behind home plate to get some volume of humanity seated in them. Bad baseball is one thing; craven greed showcased with it is appalling. Put another way: the new stadium, funded as it is with bonds, can’t endure many more summers like this one.

Meanwhile, interestingly enough, across town the Capitals were hosting a third open house for hundreds of new ticket plan purchasers. A funny thing has happened to hockey here just since last fall: tickets are becoming scarce. (It would wise for Yahoo’s Ross McKeon to take in one of these open houses at the Phone Booth.) An OFBer was there last night, and around about the 4th inning I received a text relaying how few Verizon Center seats were tagged as available for the 08-’09 season. Almost certainly the Caps are holding back some seats for walkup sales, but it’s become abundantly clear that SportsWashington is investing with their wallets in this team what they did with their fashion red last spring.

Bank on this, too: media for the team’s training camp next month will blow away anything and everything that’s preceded it, including Jaromir Jagr’s first camp here. Gustafsson — father and son — will be in attendance. The hardward-hauling greatest hockey player on earth will daily hold court. There’ll be a bit of interest in the performance of the camp’s netminders.

The Wiz made news this summer by inking all of their name free agents — the ones who’ve guided them to annual first-round failures. More importantly for Capitals’ fans, the hoops and arena owner looks increasingly frail in his few public appearances.

McErlain last night shared with me a terrifically insightful assessment of the standing of the Burgundy and Gold here. “They’ve more of a college football hold on the region,” he said. It’s absolutely true. The Skins are to D.C. what the Cornhuskers are to all of Nebraska, what the Buckeyes are to Ohio and the Wolverines are to Michigan: quasi religious.

Not everybody wants to go to church on Sunday, however.

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Rockin’ the Red Ushers in Global Cooling

By pucksandbooks
Saturday, August 9, 2008

Approximately eight feet away from my laptop station I have a patio screen door that’s opened this morning, to allow fresh Washington August air into my home.

It’s 69 degrees outside. In August. In mid-morning. In Washington. At 6 the other morning I had the top of my Wrangler lowered en route to the gym, and I needed a fleece top to ward off the morning chill. This morning I looked at the 10-day advance weather forecast for lower Montgomery County, and we’re not supposed to see a single day’s mercury north of 85, with evenings consistently in the lower and middle sixties. This is in the heart of August in Washington, D.C. I think the world must be coming to the end.

There are cooling patterns — merciful respites (almost always very temporary) — from Oven July and Oven August in Washington, but then there’s what we’ve had here this summer: namely, not really summer at all, by Washington’s standards. What the heck is going on?

We have had sticky sets of days, and we have had a handful of genuinely hot days, but we really have not had the twin agonies joined for any appreciable period. I remember well being in Colorado in early June and learning of 100-degree temps plaguing the District while I was playing in 10-foot snowdrifts in Rocky Mountain National Park. Flying home, I thought of a certain summer of agony ahead. But it’s never arrived. Indeed, that early June heatwave was the warmest it’s been here all summer.

The lifeguards in Ocean City must be seated at their observation posts this weekend in Reebok beach systems, to help retain body heat (and moisture).

Can Alexander Ovechkin actually will us cooler, more hockey-friendly, Moscow-like weather? It would appear. We’re on pace to attend the September Caps-Flyers’ rookie scrimmage at Kettler in parkas.

In such conditions, allow me to meteorologically dream a little.

Perhaps this New England summer in the Mid-Atlantic portends a deliciously crisp autumn and a Canal- and Reflecting Pool-freezing winter. Perhaps on fall Saturdays those of us who enjoy college football will tailgate in these parts in bluejeans and sweatshirts and perhaps even jackets on top of that. Or put another way: perhaps we’ll watch our football in football weather.

We’ve had a decent bit of rain this spring and summer — particularly relative to last summer — and so weather-cooperating late September and October weekends should afford us spectacular autumnal colors amid drives in the Shenandoah National Park or up along Skyline Drive. The way things are going with crude oil prices these days, we might actually be able to afford to take those drives.

And then there’s the possibility of an old fashioned Washington winter. One from my youth. Chilly at Thanksgiving. Cold at Christmas. Frozen in January and February.

Many of you have seen (or own) photographs of Georgetown under a heavenly dumping of snow. Cars can’t navigate the unplowed streets, so you see then Washington the pedestrian city it was designed to be. You know that Saturday matinee we have with the Wings on the final day of January this season? How wonderful would it be to get belted good with the white stuff that Friday, to plan an early Saturday morning, Metro-free commute to the game, all bundled up with a few puck buddies (one of them named Flask)?

I think I’ll make that thought my August Saturday night mood-enhancer. I also think I’ll wear a hockey sweater while tending to my patio barbeque this evening. I’m gonna need it, after all.

Washington the Hockey Weather Town. Has a nice ring to it.

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Frozen Fortune in Summer

By pucksandbooks
Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Although he is in his middles sixties, my father skates with the over-70 set of GeriHatricks; he has a medical exemption to “skate up” with the “vets,” as he had knee replacement surgery earlier this summer. He told me it was a pretty big deal being able to go in the room this week and announce to the fellas that his son would be taking him to the Frozen Four in Washington next spring. Like Dad, a few of his teammates played a bit of hockey in college.

A healthy number of our readers won college hockey’s big lottery last week and secured their own tickets to the 2009 Frozen Four. Others will join in the party via other avenues. We wish there was a way for every one of our local readers to be so lucky, but we’ve really enjoyed reading the elation-laden accounts of those who have. Keep ‘em coming.

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One Washington Hockey Fan’s Very Good Fortune

By pucksandbooks
Thursday, July 31, 2008

Letter received today from the NCAA:

“Dear pucksandbooks:

We are pleased to inform you that your offer to purchase tickets contained in your application for tickets to the 2009 NCAA Men’s Frozen Four at the Verizon Center in Washington, D.C., has been accepted. The semifinal games will be played at 5 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. Eastern time, Thursday, April 9, and the championship game will be played at 7 p.m. Eastern time, Saturday, April 11. Please note that game times are subject to change.

You will receive 2 all-session tickets . . . Tickets and seat locations will be distributed in March 2009 . . .

The seating capacity for the 2009 Men’s Frozen Four will be 18,875 [interesting, that]. Priority ticket applicants and those individuals applying for the first time have been allocated 9,626 tickets. The remaining tickets are reserved for the four participating institutions, the NCAA membership (e.g., athletic directors, coaches and various committee members), the host institution, the local organizing committee and other groups affiliated with the NCAA . . .

We thank you for applying for tickets to the 2009 Men’s Frozen Four and appreciate your interest in and support of NCAA ice hockey.

Sincerely,

NCAA Division I Men’s Ice Hockey Championship Staff

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The Times Provides the Tale of the Tape on Caps’ Tickets

By pucksandbooks
Monday, July 28, 2008

Strong stuff in the Times today from Tim Lemke, who documents the success the Caps have enjoyed this offseason in moving tickets for 2008-09. The base of ticket plan sales, Lemke reports, could approach 5,000, renewals from a season ago are at 91 percent and could climb higher, and Caps’ officials indicated that the season-ticket base could reach 12,000 — nearly a 40-percent increase over last season.

“These guys are like [what] athletes used to act like,” said Patrick Rey, who attended one game last season. “You can’t not love these guys. They’re like a whole team of Brett Favres.” [Without the melodrama, we might add.]  

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We Are Readying Ourselves for Her Arrival in D.C.

By The OFB Team
Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Knowing our of association with Russia’s largest sports daily, SovetskySport, the Most Valuable Network approached us this week and asked if we’d accept an assignment few who know outdoor sporting events in July in D.C. would even consider: sitting beneath a searing sun, skin clammy with Mid-Atlantic humidity, and blogging . . . on tennis, as played by Russia’s Anna Kournikova. Wednesday night, Kournikova and her St. Louis Aces tennis team strut into CityCenterDC to face our Washington Kastles.

Initially, of course, we begged off the assignment, pointing to our fidelity, our monogamy, with but one sport. Also: we know less about tennis — team or any other version — than we do about quantum physics. But Washington today is a special destination for elite Russian athletes, and from some cursory investigative work this week we learned that that nation produces notably gifted female tennis players as well as sick-skilled hockey players. And these Russian hockey players have a way of attaching themselves to beautiful female athletes in other sports, including tennis, or to American fashion supermodels, and so we began to regard the MVN assignment as an opportunity to learn more about this distinctive culture — and share the edifying experience with our readers. Really, we’re doing this for you, dear blog reader.

It is also true that we are willing to do anything to help draw media attention away from the Washington Redskins at this time of year.

The assignment calls for us to attend a press conference with her hotness late Wednesday afternoon, take perch among the tennis press for the St. Louis-Washington team match that evening, and bring readers here and at MVN OFB’s unique flavor of new media coverage.

Our aim is simple: to shed light on a strikingly fit world-class athlete thus far little known to users of the Internet.

Because OFB is animated by the collective spirit comprised in its patronage, we welcome with your comments here your suggestions for coverage of this Starry Night in SportsWashington.

Remembering that OFB is a family-read blog, what would you ask Anna if you could put but a single question to her?

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Morning After Draft Reflections

By pucksandbooks
Saturday, June 21, 2008

In a draft heavy on talented rearguards, four of the first five selections were on the blueline, and 12 went among the top 30 overall. I’m at pains to identify a real reach anywhere in round one. Certainly there were no Blake Wheeler brain-dead picks. A lot of teams helped their systems last night.

Although . . . not so much in Pittsburgh.

There were more than a dozen trades during round one last night, which added serious spice to the evening drama. Olli Jokinen moved out of the Southeast (for a song). The Flames moved Alex Tanguay and his 18 goals and $5 million contract to Montreal for the Habs’ first rounder. The Kings shipped Mike Cammallerie to Calgary for a first. And of course the Caps parted ways with Steve Eminger.   

It’s a metaphysical certitude that a fair and sober and accurate evaluation of any draft requires 3-5 years’ time as picks mature from teenage prospects into young men mentored by NHL organizations, and so necessarily it’s important to weigh in — with vigorous and unyielding certainty – on who won and who lost last night, less than 12 hours after the 30th pick was made.

My winners: Chicago, Phoenix (highway robbery of Florida), Nashville, the Rangers, LA, Tampa, and the Caps.

Losers: the New York Islanders (there’s a stunner).

The Isles’ behavior last night can only be described as bizarre. They have a roster craving impact players, and perched at no. 5, they were poised to land one. Filatov, for instance, was on the board. So was Schenn. So what does the Snow-Wang braintrust do? They trade down. Not once, but twice! Where at no. 9 they land non-impact prospect Josh Bailey.

“The consensus is that [Bailey] won’t be a big offensive producer in the NHL,” THN wrote in its Entry Draft preview issue. Just what the Isles needed. I think the Blue Jackets stunned Snow with their selection of Filatov at no. 6, meaning, necessarily, that the Isles weren’t well prepared for the moment. There’s something new.       

Keep an eye on Nashville’s selection at 18, goaltender Chet Pickard. Mike Vogel chatted up a scouting source in Ottawa who suggested that Pickard is more impressive now than was Carey Price in his draft year. Wow.

Consensus seems to be that the Rangers got great value in selecting Michael Del Zotto at 20.

If there was one moderate reach in round one it might have been the Bs choosing Joe Colborne at no. 16. Colborne played Jr. A the past two seasons. He’s a tantalizing package of a big frame, strong skating, and soft hands, but NHL scouts commonly show restraint with prospects who aren’t competing at the highest level among their peers. Colborne will skate next season with Denver of the WCHA, so he’ll get as good a test of his abilities there as he could anywhere.

Earlier this week, via the CapsReport, I put to draft guru Kyle Woodlief a question about an American prospect surge late this spring, noting that whereas throughout much of the hockey season most scouting services had just two or three Americans going in round one, finals lists commonly had 4-6 Yanks there. He poo-poo-ed the notion, suggesting that about three Americans remained likelys for the first. Well, six Americans went among the first 30 players drafted, further bolstering the claims of a renaissance in U.S. hockey development.

I just have this hunch that Hawks’ fans will come to love Dale Tallon’s pick of Kyle Beach at no. 11. He’s a big-bodied, piss-n-vinegar prospect.

For Caps’ fans, leaving a strong draft with two first-round picks has to be considered both a pleasant surprise and a real boon to an already strong stable of youth. If I’m a hockey fan in Hershey this morning I’m calling the ticket office and inquiring about season tickets for the next couple of seasons. In the Washington hockey bloggers’ real-time chat I joined last night I observed to the room how cool it will be to see the name Gustafsson on the back of red, white, and blue Caps’ sweaters, and not out of nostalgia.   

I want to commend the Friday night puck party sensibilities of the well over 500 puckheads who joined JP, Eric, Peerless, and OFB in our consolidated live blog forum for more than four hours last night. Apparently, in late June, Washington isn’t much of a hockey town.

It was, from my vantage, everything that new media can offer as a rewarding experience in being connected with like-minded lovers of hockey on a big night. It didn’t hurt that we were gathered on a Friday night. Kudos to JP for bringing forward the idea late in the day yesterday, and to Eric for carrying off the last-minute technology so smoothly. By evening’s end a whole lot of us were united in the belief that we have to do it again. We were also united in the belief that JP needs help with his refrigerator’s selection of puck sodas.   

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Drinking with the Stars

By OrderedChaos (Mike Rucki)
Friday, June 20, 2008

That sounds like a much better show idea than Dancing with the Stars, doesn’t it? Contestants would party with an ever-changing cast of celebrities/athletes; each round of successful partying gets the contestant a bigger prize (and calcified liver). The final rounds intensify with Party Partners like Charlie Sheen or Tony Stark . . . er, Robert Downey, Jr. The Final Challenge, of course, would pair the contestant a rotating cast of the most legendary celeb party people like Keith Richards or Amy Winehouse.

I’d watch that. Hell, I’d sign up to be a contestant. And hopefully I’d have some winnings left over after paying for rehab.

Well until that show exists, those wishing to mix up some Friday happy hour beverages apropos tonight’s draft need look no further. Here are two recipes offered at last week’s Alexander Ovechkin celebration by party sponsor Hammer & Sickle vodka:

Mmmm, martini...The Hart-tini
Vodka
Prosecco (dry sparkling wine)
Crème de cassis (blackcurrant-flavored liqueur)
Orange liqueur (e.g., triple sec)

The Hart-tini was actually pretty good. Tart, not very sweet. I wouldn’t drink two, but one was enjoyable.

The Slapshot
Fresh lemon juice
Limoncello
Grappa
Vodka
Simple syrup
Dash of vermouth

I didn’t try the Slapshot; it sounded a bit sweet for my taste and I’m not a vermouth fan. I much prefer a dryer beverage . . . in fact, here’s how I make martinis:

The OrderedChaos
Pour some very good vodka (Russian Standard, Grey Goose, etc.) into a cocktail shaker.
Briefly think about extra-dry vermouth (don’t actually add any).
Shake vodka heartily with ice; strain into a large martini glass.
Add about a teaspoon of olive juice and 2-3 olives (bonus points for bleu-cheese-stuffed olives)… or if you’re not an olive fan, a twist will do.
Rinse, lather, repeat.

Oh, and since a couple readers emailed me to ask about the party-post title “Ain’t No Party Like a ‘Veckin Party“: it was inspired by the Coolio lyric “Ain’t no party like a west coast party” from his song 1-2-3-4. I don’t know if that makes me cool or geeky . . . hopefully a bit of both, but likely just the latter.

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The End of the Magical 1998 Run to the Finals

By OrderedChaos (Mike Rucki)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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.

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More Changing of the Star Guard in Washington

By pucksandbooks
Tuesday, June 17, 2008

One evening last week I departed a suburban Maryland grocery store trailing a father and what appeared be his son, aged about seven. The youth was wearing a Gilbert Arenas Wizards’ jersey.

Two news items from last week made me reflect on this situation: (1) that Arenas had opted out of the final year of his contract with the Wizards, snubbing the tidy sum of $12.8 million next season in exchange for a search this summer for greener pastures (perhaps like Latrell Sprewell before him, Arenas just has a family to feed); and (2) that on Friday the Capitals’ Alexander Ovechkin would be accepting the key to the city from the mayor.

It’s absolutely true that Arenas could return to Chinatown this autumn and resume his career as a Wizard, but his announced action last week was something less than, say, the full-on pledge of fidelity made by the other Verizon Center star tenant earlier this year.

In the immediacy of my grocery store moment I wondered if and how the father ahead of me might undertake the explaining of Arenas’ circumstances to his son. No doubt dad would wait until the news was certain, but then what? Assuming Gilbert goes, the youth wearing his jersey this summer confronts perhaps his life’s first full-on agony: his life’s hero departed, without understanding of how or why, to wear the jersey of another team. Next I thought about the legion of Ovechkin shirt-wearing youths in the region, and how they’ll never know such a day.

I’m a huge hockey fan, altogether indifferent when it comes to hoops in all of its iterations, but this wildly divergent imbalance in loyalty by the respective athletes — even in decade four that we are now in of massive player movement each and every season — I don’t like at all. In this regard (and many others), I am a Caveman.

Arenas last week merely did what was common in his sport. If what Ovechkin did in January can’t be described quite as common in his, still, it didn’t quite surprise those of us who follow hockey all that much. Or put another way: when has Ovechkin ever been about himself at the expense of his team?

Ultimately, it doesn’t much matter what Arenas decides to do in what I believe is yet another Summer of Change for sporting D.C. Last week I think signaled more of a dramatic progression in the unprecedented ascension by a sports star here in a sport that’s never truly taken root in this city (but sure looks like it is now). Ovechkin the transformative athlete was last week transforming his town more. You saw last Friday how he summertime transformed A1 of the Washington Post.

In his defense, Arenas is an extremely likeable NBA star. When healthy, he plays his sport magnificently and manages to stay out of trouble off the court, entirely, which unfortunately is somewhat news of note for a leader in that league. Like Ovechkin, Arenas is full of wide-smiling charisma, and like Ovechkin, people are drawn to him. Still, last week, he told us rather explicitly just how near and dear to his heart we Washingtonians were, this way: it’s just business, baby.

It was business, too, for AO last January, real serious business; but he took a markedly different view of his supporters and their town. He articulated then this sentiment: I want to win a Stanley Cup in Washington. He reiterated this in Toronto last Thursday night, when he filled a 747 with honors hardware.

It wasn’t lost on me, either, that Arenas snubbed a sum nearly $3 million more than Ovechkin will ever earn in salary as the planet’s greatest hockey player. And yet, in this moment in time, whereas perhaps 20 years ago the departure of a basketball stud in his 26-year-old prime likely would have occasioned every-office corner angst, are the city’s flags flying at half mast? Is anybody but me this morning much talking about Gilbert?

Our mayor doesn’t seem to be.

But this file isn’t about the humility of hockey players versus the bling and entourages of the athletes in other sports. It’s about the ongoing procession of a pied piper of puck, who just seems with his ongoing presence to take Washington’s sports fans — and the city’s media editors — in ever increasing numbers into his realm.

It is also about his ascension into a new, parallel universe of sports star. One that’s not necessarily in competition with Redskins or Wizards but rather is its own deeply edifying existence: Washington the no longer one-sport city. Even if Jason Campbell manages no better than a .500 career as a Redskin starter he will certainly enjoy greater celebrity and name recognition here than the hockey star. That, along with dispiriting humidity, is Washington’s perpetual affliction. But Ovechkin, without really trying, just by being great and just by being himself, is enlargening our game here. Mario did it in football-looney Pittsburgh, made it fashionable to travel to other cities in a Penguins’ sweater (speaking of afflictions).

Over at the Wilson building last Friday afternoon, Ovechkin again showed how he’s breaking the mold of what we in D.C. have come to know as our enduring sports icons. He’s in possession of a charisma, an aura, that will not be throttled or dimmed by any awkwardness with his still-in-progress command of English. In moments when the most special of stars are supposed to shine, he’s almost always radiant. And so in accepting his ceremonial key to the city he announced, “I’m the president this day in the city, so everybody have fun — no speed limit.”

Apt words, those, because even in 90-degree summer heat Ovie has us having a lot of fun loving him and his winter game.

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Very Strange Things Happen Even to Newspapers on Friday the 13th

By The OFB Team
Friday, June 13, 2008

Like running hockey on A1. Eh 1, you say? Yea. This morning’s Washington Post. I know you don’t believe us, so we’ve screen-captured it here for you. Behold the above-the-fold, color photo of Toronto city-block-long stash of serious hardware bestowed upon AO.

But seriously, with this act of civic-minded journalism, the Post this morning has said to those remaining sports’ fans in the Nation’s Capital who’ve yet to wrap their arms around our once-in-a-generation Russian wonderkid, ‘Get with the Program.’