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Monday, October 14 Updated: October 17, 11:08 AM ET Finally, the NHL's passages are clear By John Buccigross Special to ESPN.com |
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The game's obvious improvement and the infrastructure of policing the NHL has in place should keep the game from becoming the center-ice mosh pit it became. Now, all of this does not mean scoring will drastically rise. The players are still bigger, faster, and stronger than they've ever been, and goalie equipment is still too big in relation to the size of the net. But, the game doesn't need lots of goals to be captivating. It needs pretty, sexy, Kristy Swanson goals. Mucking, grinding, I've-been-workin'-on-the-railroad, down-low, pound-the-puck-in goals are not visually pleasing. Sergei Fedorov, with two zones of speed, crossing the blue line, shifting a hair to his left and firing a slap shot in the upper left-hand corner is art and sport all in one. The game was invented on frozen water with no boards. It's roots are freedom of movement and speed. The boards add that delicious aspect of collision and sound. The game needs both. But, it needs the first more. The game is also quicker on the watch. Games are lasting 2:15 to 2:30. The hurry-up faceoff adds a nice pace, granting fewer blasts of ear-ringing music that drowns out conversation and hopefully fewer clips on the Jumbotron, which takes spectators' eyes off the ice. Event managers need to know the main reason for the Jumbotron is to show replays of action during TV timeouts, team timeouts and intermissions. Otherwise, it takes the consumers eyes off the product. What other business would ever have a device that did that?
I lived about an hour from an NHL rink growing up and my Dad took us to two to three games a year. I can VIVIDLY recall, as early as 8 years old, every thought that went through my mind watching those games. The first was sheer terror every time the opposing team crossed the blue line of the team I was cheering for. My team. I am talking physical, Rosie-O'Donnell-in-the-morning-without-makeup, stomach-turning horror. When the puck crossed my blue line, I would get nauseous, and my stomach would not be eased of the stressful situation until the pick was safely out of my zone. I'm talking about a 1974 8-year-old having these feelings and thoughts. I wonder if the sound system was blaring FOGHAT, Redbone and Ry Cooder, and the Jumbotron was (invented and) playing continuous movie clips of "Serpico," "The Day of the Jackal," and "Badlands" if I would have been locked on the on-ice drama. The other stress that took over my 8-year-old body was the length of the game. I wanted these games to last FOREVER. When the game passed the ten minute mark of the second period, I would begin to get physically depressed. As each minute passed and the period shifted from second to third, my depression level would rise. The thought of getting back in the 1965 Ford Galaxy for the drive home would slowly overtake me. It's dumbfounding that one would want to leave this arena of escape and childlike joy so quickly. That one would be in such a rush to return to their cluttered life of voice mail passwords, money card passwords, traffic, bad TV, jobs, oil change waiting rooms, bills, and trips to the DMV. Length isn't important; it's how you get there. Right now, the NHL has what it wants -- fast-paced action in a nifty 2:15, two-and-half hour time block. The most exciting game on earth is a lot more exciting. Let's hope the NHL stays the course and keeps the calls coming, to keep the nasal passages of the game open and free, but not to rush a good thing. I don't want any boogies on my game, but I want to be able to breathe it in as long as possible.
The Norris Trophy is named after James Norris, a grain millionaire who bought the Red Wings in 1932. Certainly, those who BUILT the game and FINANCED the game have their place in history, and I'm sure the Norris family still gets a tingle of pride every time they hear the words Norris Trophy. But the Bobby Orr Trophy has such poetry to it. If it were up to me, I'd retire the old awards, manufacture new trophies, and give them names that resonate to NHL fans AND general sports fans. Additionally, how cool would it be for future winners to receive their awards from Orr, Gretzky, Bowman, Gainey, Roy or Haakan Loob? And as far as the names Norris, Ross, Vezina and the like? Rename the divisions after them. That is where they fit best, and the NHL was a cooler place when its divisions were named after people. Keep the conferences Eastern and Western, but rename the six divisions Norris, Smythe , Patrick, Adams, Ross and Vezina -- or whomever the NHL and its fans deem the most historically relevant. While those men were VERY important in the league's formation and survival, the awards for individual success should be named after the players with whom we associate that award. Not dead millionaires.
No. 1: What do you do when you wake up in the morning? Scotty Bowman is 69 years old. He was born on September 18, 1933, in Montreal, Quebec.
No. 2: You are working as a consultant in Detroit. How much will you have to do? Bowman coached for four seasons in St. Louis, eight in Montreal, seven in Buffalo, two in Pittsburgh, and nine in Detroit.
No. 3: When did you decide to retire and why did you wait to announce it after winning the Stanley Cup? Bowman is the NHL's all-time winningest coach with 1,244 regular-season victories and a record nine Stanley Cups. Bowman-coached teams won 63 percent of their games.
No. 4: How does new Red Wings coach Dave Lewis differ from you?
No. 5: Tell me about keeping score at the 2000 U.S. Open at Pebble Beach?
No. 6: Are any players more intense than we would think?
No. 7: What about the Red Wings this year? Can they repeat?
No. 8: Your 1998 Stanley Cup ring looks like something from the Mr. T starter kit. I've seen Buicks smaller than that thing. Why do you wear that one? There have been fewer tragically hip players in NHL history. The great hair, the great name, the 1968 Rookie of the Year, the everlasting link to Bobby Orr's picturesque and playful 1970 Stanley Cup-winning goal, the girls, the beer, the money, the sobriety, the friends, the comeback, the marriage, the kids, the hole-in-ones, the contentment, the peace. The entire story, through good times and bad, is ALL cool. Of course, alcoholism and passing out on a park bench in New York City is never cool, but it is a chapter that makes the Sanderson story of survival so rich and tasty. So many like him die so young. Sanderson was a rock star, like Kurt Cobain of Nirvana or Layne Staley of Alice in Chains. Fame, money and lots of free time have driven many to alcohol, drugs and premature death. Sanderson survived. He now begins his days with long, hot showers for his metal hips and bad back, and ends them reading with his two sons. Oh yeah, add those to the above list of inherently cool things. Long hot showers and quietly reading interesting books with your sons. The tragically hips: "I have to have my hips replaced again on October 21st at New England Baptist Hospital. I got my left done ten years ago and my right one down two years ago, but I've been favoring the one on the left for so long, the right one is gone again. It's been very frustrating. I can still play golf and got my handicap down to a 3, but I need a little more distance and this should help me out a great deal. I had colitis when I played with the Bruins and Rangers, and the treatment was a cortisone steroid. The side effect of it in massive doses is bone death ten years after you use it. Didn't know it at the time." Married with children: "Michael is 11 and Ryan is 9. My wife and kids are my whole life. Ryan plays golf, soccer, basketball and baseball, and Michael plays golf, baseball and basketball. They don't play hockey because I don't believe in helmets. I think helmets are extremely dangerous. They have never designed one specifically for a child. They are too big and too cumbersome. Kids perceive they are protected and they are not. Everyone thinks it is common sense that they're good, but they're not." A job: "Still in the investment business. Starting a bank with some friends called the Cape & Islands Private Bank here on Cape Cod. We'll probably generate 60% of our business from the investment side. We'll be doing traditional banking business, mortgages, money markets and some insurance. The bank will hopefully be open in June." Hockey on TV: "I watch a lot. I watched the Bruins opener in Minnesota and was real disappointed at their lack of discipline. They are a good team, better than people give them credit for. Their question is goaltending." Broadcasting: "I miss broadcasting. I enjoyed bringing insights and humor to the fans. I got up for every game, and loved working with play-by-play man Fred Cusick, who I think was one of the best in the business. And our broadcasts, I thought, were exciting and fun." Hockey is tough: "It's a difficult game. It's played on three inches off of frozen water, while balancing on a sixteenth of an inch of steel, with a bouncing puck, no out of bounds and someone always looking to hurt you. There are no set plays. Hockey is a game of ad lib and creativity inside the confines of organized chaos." Holes in one? "Three. A 3-iron, 6-iron and an 8-iron. The last one was with Keith Tkachuk in Arizona. It was one of those big, bowl shaped greens, and the ball went right of the pin, rolled around the outside, round to the back, down the slope, and into the hole. It was one of those lucky ones. Any cravings for beer? "It's been 22 years now and it's the farthest thing from my mind. I'm always talking to the boys about it, especially with all the commercials. I still go to AA. My wife tells me to go when I get testy. She'll say, 'You need a meeting.' I really have a spiritual side -- let go and let God. Life is good. I had millions and I wasn't happy. Now I am." During the playoffs last year you listed "Heart of the Sea" as a book to read to prepare for the playoffs. I took your advice only to watch the Flyers get embarrassed. Do you have any suggestions this year? Rich Standing New York I recommend "Lincoln's Greatest Speech: The Second Inaugural," by Ronald C. White Jr. It's an excellent study of one man (Lincoln or Ken Hitchcock) who tries to bring together a fractured body (the Union or the Flyers dressing room) through patience, persistence and calmness. Reading this book reaffirms that the United States might not be as it is if Lincoln was not at the helm. Flyer fans might be saying the same of Hitchcock in the spring.
John,
John,
1. Do not have one's last name put on the back of the sweater. Geeky.
John Monroe
John,
John, That's an excellent point, Jennifer. Although the video replay booth can begin reviewing questionable plays before play is stopped and thus get a head start, it isn't difficult to imagine that there could be a scenario where a close play occurs, the whistle blows and, with a quick face off, proper time to review is not available. If the video replay judge suspects a reversible call, he can call down to delay a face off until a verdict is reached.
John, I try to practice what I preach. You see, I get a fair number of e-mails saying my taste in music rots and I try to stay away from judging people's musical tastes. Music is a sound, and who am I to say what sounds good to someone? If someone enjoys a Mormon tabernacle of car alarms, that's cool. That being said, it CAN be argued that Creed lead singer Scott Stapp comes off a HAIR sanctimonious and pompous. An arrogance that comes across as unlikable. And I gather that that is where a lot of the anti-Creed sentiment comes from. And arrogance, sanctimony and pompousness is a good reason to be turned off. It's very anti-hockey.
John, That's the same reason for all of his back hair.
John, I would love to be an announcer on a future video game with Melrose, but right now we have signed an exclusive deal to call mini-stick hockey games in the basement of Darren Pang's house. We go over, set up the camcorder, and do the play-by-play while Panger's kids fire shots on him incessantly with their mini-sticks at his mini-net. The video is out now. It's called "NHL Holy Jumpin' 2003."
I read in a Boston newspaper that Boston might go after Kovalev for McLaren and a couple of prospects. Any truth to that rumor? If not where is he going to go? Ed Villaverde The Penguins have stopped contract negotiations with Alexei Kovalev until after the season. He is making $4.6 million this year. He becomes a restricted free agent next summer and an unrestricted one in July of 2004. He is on record as saying he wants to be among the highest-paid players in the league. That would lead one to believe that the Penguins would have to deal him. And it leads one to believe that Boston would not be a likely suitor. But, if the Bruins get off to a horrid start, they might make a major move to save the season and risk losing Kovalev down the line, a la Bill Guerin. He's a bargain this year and they could likely agree on a one-year deal before the new collective bargaining agreement kicks in. The Bruins do have enough prospects, especially on defense, to make deal for Kyle McLaren with the Penguins, who are soft at defense. Working in the Penguins' favor is they are not under the gun to trade Kovalev like they were Jagr. My guess is that the Penguins will wait, see how their season goes, and make a decision around the new year. If they are way behind in the standings, they would likely deal Kovalev -- unless someone blows them away prior to that.
John, I'm also the only one who thinks RUN DMC did as much to change music in the last 20 years as any mainstream artist. And that George Carlin is the funniest/coolest guy ever. And the level of hockey played today is the most advanced in our planet's history. And to smell the back of a baby's head is the world's best drug. And I happen to think the Ducks are going to be in the playoff hunt all year long if their goalie doesn't choke.
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John Buccigross is the host of NHL 2Night, which airs Wednesday-Sunday on ESPN2. His e-mail address -- for questions, comments or cross-checks -- is john.buccigross@espn.com. |
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