Tuesday, April 14, 2009

PPD tonight; other thoughts on the season

Remember the STAR-STUDDED FINALE of everyone's FAVORITE REALITY SHOW is tonight when the NHL holds it's FABULOUS PING PONG DERBY to finally figure out who will have the right to select either JOHN TAVARES or VICTOR HEDMAN first overall in the 2009 NHL ENTRY DRAFT in MONTREAL this JUNE!!

(I just thought I'd write that sentence in the press release style that I have always wanted to do. All those CAPS are obnoxious, aren't they?)

So, yeah. Tonight's the night. It's worth noting that Tampa got to pick first overall last year (Stamkos) and that the Lightning have the second-best chance to pick first again. After the Bolts, there are only three teams that can move up to #1: the Avalanche, who had the worst record in the Western Conference, the mighty Thrash, and Los Angeles Kings. Everybody else falls in behind somewhere.

That said, the Isles and their 48.2% chance of landing the first pick can only slide down as far as second. They'll still get a good player but if it happens, it's going to be The Stomach Punch Felt Around Long Island. Seriously, not matter how much the boys improved in the second half, you'd like to get something substantial for your efforts when you're out of the playoff picture by Christmas.

But enough of that. The proposition of losing #1 overall to Tampa makes me want to throw up in my mouth.

So does all of the speculation about The Lighthouse. I love the lazy media and their ground-breaking journalism and how everybody and their brother who has an article of John Tavares has to mention that the team is moving to Kansas City or that Tavares is going to shoot down the Islanders like Lindros did with Quebec a lifetime ago. I guess it doesn't matter to our Canadian brothers that Tavares and his agent both issued statements shooting down the speculation and that anyone with like two minutes to search on Google can find news fro Newsday that the Isles have a pretty good lease until something like 2015.

Why let reality get in the way of silly innuendo that goes nowhere? Of course, they used to say that controversy sold newspapers but the way things are going now, it is harder and harder to sell an actual newspaper to anyone without a coffee ritual or long ride to work these days.

Enh, I feel like I have written this whole post before. Check the archives.

Just a few housekeeping notes for the website to finish for today.

We'll have our first-round predictions up wither later today or tomorrow. We are also working on a feature first suggested by Mrs. NYIFORLIFE a long time ago about our favorite hockey cards. I've been collecting since I was eight years old so I've got quite a few favorites. We hope to share that feature sometime over the long summer.

We also will select out 2008-09 NIFORLIFE.com ISLANDER OF THE YEAR. Last year Richard Park was the winner and you can read that posting at the left by clicking on his picture.

Finally, we'll go back in time for another RETRO LIVE BLOG or two over the summer months. For those who don't know, we'll do a live post of a great game or event from the past and comment on it like we are watching it in real time. The 1980 All-Star Game was a particular favorite; as was a 1976 WHA game with the Whalers taking on the Red Army.

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Thursday, June 05, 2008

Retro Live Blog: WHA Chronicles


Time for another trip in the Way Back Machine for one of the most popular and most requested features on NYIFORLIFE.com, the Retro Live Blog. Come with me if you will back to a time when bellbottom pants were a good idea and big thick sideburns were acceptable alternative to those silly winter hats with ear flaps. Come with me back to the World's Most Famous Arena To Be Housed In A Mall, The Hartford Civic Center, for a WHA feature from December 27, 1976, when the hometown NEW ENGLAND Whalers hosted the Soviet National Team.

(You can pick up the WHA Chronicles DVD set here: http://www.sportonvideo.com/Hockey/The-WHA-Chronicles/)

Our hosts tonight are the guy who actually invented ESPN, Bill Rasmussen and New York TV uber-dude, Spencer Ross. Seriously, the guy was everywhere in NY sports back in the day. He was like a freaking seagull. Spencer looks pretty young and disinterested here. I'm not gonna say he was loaded or anything, no sir-ee, but if I was rocking a hair style like Waldo from the Van Halen video, I'd have to be drunk to go out in public.

The Whalers are announced and man, as a guy who was born and lowered in Connecticut, it sure is nice to see a hockey team come out when "Brass Bonanza" is played. Hear that, Red Sox? You suck!

Lowell Weicker, then a senator from the state, dropped the ceremonial first puck between captains Tom Webster of New England and Alexandr Maltsev of the USSR. Webster actually wins a hotly contested faceoff--I am not kidding--which proves the true competitiveness of how things were between the North Americans and the Soviets in the 1970s.

Next is the Russian anthem. Heeeey--this isn't the song Nikolai Volkoff used to sing before his matches in the WWF? What a miscarriage of justice! Where is Fred Blassie? Where is the Iron Sheik?

The camera is on Soviet goalie Vladislav Tretiak, as it should be. He's the guy with the name recognition from the 1972 Summit Series with Canada. He gets the loudest ovation of all of the Soviets during the player announcements as well. (Mental note: watch the Summit Series again this summer.)

The US Anthem is being sung by someone who is NOT Tony Harrington. To my brothers and sisters from Tha 8-6-0, this is terrible news. Tony Harrington was The Man at Whaler games and is the measuring stick for every anthem singer I've heard for my whole life. We miss you Tony!

Now the game is starting. First off, I am going to tell you that the lack of on-screen graphics is actually maddening when you're trying to get Soviet names down correctly and the times of goals and penalties. I can only go by what they say in the broadcast and some of the names are going to be wrong because I don't know how to spell some of the names and am too lazy to look it up.

New England goalie Cap Raeder almost immediately sends a clearing pass over the glass and does not get penalized! I mention that only because I like that new rule. It is a delay of game, people...

It's choppy going early. Raeder turns an early Soviet chance into the crowd and then it dawns on me that in a couple of years, that roof of the Civic Center is actually going to cave in under heavy snow from the winter of '78. Not good times...

The Whalers shake off the fear of impending doom do get a couple of reasonable scoring chances from Tom Webster and Mike Rogers--a guy who has to be one of the most under-rated players in hockey history. That little dude was pretty shifty and scored a lot of points between the Whalers and the Rangers after the merger. And yes, I just complimented a future Ranger player...

Another good Whaler chance, this time by rookie George Lyle, who had scored 23 goals in 34 games at the time. Thanks, Mr. Rasmussen...

Ross sends it down to Forrest Gump himself, Stan Fischler, who is rinkside with Mark Mulvoy. Stan and Mark talk about how the Russians bought a pitching machine from Canada and modified it to fire 1000 pucks a day at Tretiak...

The Whalers take a 1-0 lead on a goal by Garry Swain. Defensemen Doug Roberts shoveled it toward the net and a guy named Dale Smedsmo dummied it as Swain was sitting at the right side of the crease to tip it past Tretiak. Dale Smedsmo, it should be noted, looks a lot like Hulk Hogan without having said his prayers or taking his vitamins. He has the starter skullet-mullet with the bald spot and the shifty concern for mustache maintenance. Yes, he looks like a porn star! Very good times...

Penalty on Maltsev at 4:39. We never find out what he did. Referee Bill Friday warns the Soviet bench to shut their yaps and threatens them with another. I didn't see or hear any Soviet whining...

At 7:37, we get matching penalties. A Soviet dude gets a charge and Whaler Brett Callighen gets a retaliation elbow. There are going to be a lot of penalties tonight, people...

After the penalties end, Tretiak steals one off the stick of Swain; who was led behind the Soviet defense on a backhand pass by Gordie Roberts...

I am absolutely openly rooting for Dale Smedsmo now even though this game has been in the rearview mirror for 32 years. The guy is just hilarious looking. Dale, if you're reading this, you totally rocked. Drop us a line here at the address above...

Whaler Alan Hangsleben is whistled for an elbow that looked more like interference to me. Of course, as soon as I write this, we get a rare replay that shows Hangsleben using his elbow to Q-tip some Russian dude. My bad...

Color guy Bill Rasmussen adds that "last week" the Whalers dropped a 4-1 game to the Czechs and that the crowd had turned on the Whalers and began booing the team. Hey, don't blame me. I was only turning seven and didn't know hockey from a hole in the ground yet...

25 Vialynov gets two minutes on a high stick. Bill Friday really likes the sound of his own voice because eight seconds later, at 13:21, Gordie Roberts gets caught on a trip to make it 4-on-4 hockey...

Webster feeds Rogers as he breaks through the Soviet defense but he is denied like most of the callers on the Suze Orman Show...

Tommy Earl and Alan Hangsleben play a neat give-and-go to make it 2-0 Whalers 26 seconds into the 4-on-4...

More penalties. Gordie Roberts (again) elbowing a Soviet guy as he leaves his own zone. Gordie deserved that one, fir sure...

26 seconds into the PP, Maltsev puts the Soviets on the board with a wrister that beats Raeder inside the post. 2-1 New England...

Gary MacGregor almost immediately restores the two goal lead at 17:09 with a weird deflection. Tretiak was way out of his crease and Danny Bolduc just sorta winged one toward the net waist-high. A strange and ugly shot that McGregor tipped in somehow. 3-1 Whalers...

I am seriously gonna puke. Friday gets Sergei Babinov for upending Danny Arndt at 18:42...

Gordie Roberts, with 29 seconds left in the first, gets whistled (again) for the third time for holding. If the WHA were a rec league, he'd be tossed right here...

End of the first period: Whalers 3 Soviets 1. Shots on goal: NE 19; Soviets 8.

Onto Period 2:

We begin 4-on-4...

On a Whaler rush, Hangsleben almost loses his hangsleben on a push into the unforgiving cage by Alexandr Yakushev. There's referee Friday, who announces the call to the rinkside official and boy does he sound pissed. It's starting to get a leetle bit testy on the ice...

None of that matters because on another Whaler rush--and they have shown a freakish ability to get behind the Soviets in this game--Larry effing Pleau backhands the puck wide of Tretiak and immediately tries to trade the Blues' 2008 first rounder to Carolina for the rights to "promising Latvian" Helmut Balderis. The trade is later veto'd by St. Louis bigwig John Davidson...

Brett Callighen gets an elbow call at 2:30 and he also is assessed a very-well-earned ten minute misconduct for said elbow...

Finally, on this Soviet PP, we see some of that trademarked Russian passing game. They're almost doing something like the modern cycle out there. The Soviets keep the puck for a solid half-minute and Raeder is forced to make at least two excellent saves...

Unbelievable! Russian dude whistled for high sticking. Was Friday paid by the infraction? There literally seems to be a conga line to the box tonight...

Gordie Roberts (him, again!) hooks Maltsev and forces Raeder to make a heck of a save in the process. The Soviets are getting some sustained pressure for the first time in the game...

7:07 Hangsleben must've felt sorry for Roberts, feeling shame all by himself in the box. I feel like stopping this blog out of disgust...

Wouldn't you know it, Gennadi Tsygankov holds Tommy Earl. My wife comes in and after a few minutes of watching, asks me why everyone is skating in slow motion. Well, it was the seventies and training techniques often included polyester, Ron Burgundy mustaches, and shots of Crown Royal. That's enough to make anyone skate slowly. Plus, everyone looked like the Marlboro Man...which reminds me...I haven't seen Dale Smedsmo in a while...

I must be actually huffing Flomax because I think Spencer Ross just called the Hartford Civic Center a "beautiful facility". I had to rewind the DVD to be sure, but yes, he actually did. Wow. First time for everything...

Ron Busniuk must've wanted to be on the scoresheet because he just tripped a guy and he joins Callighen--still serving the misconduct--in the box...

Here is as good a time as there will be to mention that Raeder is leaving rebounds juicy enough to make a runway model salivate. Seriously, if a high school goalie did this, he'd have been nailed to the bench after the first period by a coach with veins throbbing at the temples. If I had a real Way Back Machine, I go back in time and tap in a couple of these beauties...

With 5 seconds left on Busniuk's penalty, the Russians are complaining that a puck went through the netting and popped out without getting credit for a goal. Replays look pretty convincing to me but Friday rules no goal...I mean, No Goal-ov...

Stan is back, looking like the stone cold natty pimp he was rocking the turtleneck-and-sports coat combo. He mentions the name of Valeri Kharmalov, who is not playing, but no one says why he isn't playing. I'll say it because we are all thinking it: cover-up!

Did you think the penalty parade was over? Behind the play, Friday gets Balderis for boarding and Webster for roughing at 19:42.

After the second period ends, Stan interviews Vladislav Petrov and Boris Mikhailov with the help of a Russian translator from the state-operated TASS agency. So right there, you know this interview is legit. They could be saying "Eff you Yankee blue jeans" and we would have no idea.

Still 3-1 Whalers after two.

In the third period, we start four-on-four...

Tretiak flashes leather at Danny Arndt for his first save of the period...

I am reminded that this game was originally broadcast on HBO; or "Home Box Office" back then. If this game were being played today, there be all sorts of cross-promotion and corporate synergy going on. You know, the stuff that pisses us off today. Anyway, I'm thinking that some HBO-contracted performers would either stop by the booth or play between periods, if we were lucky enough for the Flight of the Conchords. Then you'd know what time it was. Aw, yeah, it's Business Time...

Nothing much happens so I am still thinking Conchords...that's why they're called business socks, whoo...

Garry Swain gets the gate on a trip at 7:03...

Again with those rebounds! Yakushev slaps a rebound past Raeder to cut the Whaler lead to 1 but moments later, George Lyle scores for New England on passes from Jim Troy and Gordie Roberts! Atta, boy, Gordie! See what happens when you stay out of the box?

Jim Troy also was one of the guys responsible for helping Vince McMahon get the WWF off the ground with their national expansion. Honestly. Just more useless crap that I know. Anyway, now the Soviets find themselves down 4-2...

At 10 minutes, the goalies switch ends, as was the international rule of the day...

3:50 left in the game. I am writing less and less. That's because before you read this, the RLB gets written out in longhand on legal paper and as an adult, I haven't hand written anything longer than a grocery list in years. My hand is tired. Plus, there's not a lot goin' on...until...

George Lyle gets behind the Soviet defense again and he pots his second goal of the game. Mike Rogers flipped one through two defenders to spring Lyle. Man, Rogers was really good...

Wait--if Lyle gets one more goal for the hat trick, Cap Raeder is going to have to throw himself on the ice! Yes, I am proud of myself for that one...

27 seconds left and Bill Friday whistles Tsygankov for a hook. Swallow the whistle, Billy...

And we finish with a score of New England 5 and the Soviets 2. Total shots on goal for the game: Soviets 33 and the Whalers 38.

Thanks for sticking to the end of this Retro Live Blog. We'll have more coming up this summer. Congrats to the Red Wings and Nicklas Lidstrom, who is one of my all-time favorites as well.

Get ready for the Silly Season of the summer in the NHL.

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Monday, April 14, 2008

Retro Live Blog: The 1980 All-Star Game!

Courtesy of your friends at nyiforlife.com and the NHL Network it is February 5, 1980 and we are at the NEW Joe Louis Arena in Detroit with the Retro Live Blog.

The lineups are a bit clipped for time but here are the ones they do show:

Campbell Conference: Tony Esposito (G, Chicago); Bill Barber (W, Philadelphia); Bryan Trottier and Mike Bossy of the Isles; Wayne Gretzky (C, Edmonton); and Phil Esposito of the Rangers. I guess there were no defensemen for the Campbell Conference who were deemed worthy enough to show their introductions.

First thing you notice is the hairstyles. Bill Barber has a pasted on greasy side-part that makes him look like half of the suspects featured on A&E. Phil Esposito is rocking the back-end of Darth Vader's helmet; the part without the face plate. Seriously, Gene Simmons has swiped this hairstyle for his reality show...which is also on A&E.

Here are the Prince of Wales announced participants: Don Edwards (G, Buffalo); Larry Robinson (D, Montreal); Marcel Dionne (C, LA); Guy Lafleur (RW, Montreal); and Darryl Sittler of the Maple Leafs. Oh, yeah. And Gordie Howe of the Hartford Whalers made his return to Detroit after years and years of being in the WHA and away from the team and city that he made famous. Gordie is a spry 52 at the time this game is played and he gets one incredible reaction that last for quite a long time from the crowd.

Did I mention the guy was 52 when this game was played? Man, I hope to be upright when I get to be that old. I'll probably be freebasing FLOMAX at 52 and this guy is in the freaking All-Star Game. They don't get much cooler than Gordie effing Howe. I mean, when a term is coined for something you've been known to do, like The Gordie Howe Hat Trick, you are on incredible bad ass. Nobody else has that. If you strike out three times with runners on base and a chance to win the ballgame, they don't call it an Alex Rodriguez Hat Trick. But if you get in a fight and add a goal and an assist, you scored the Gordie Howe Hat Trick. Gordie's like John Wayne and James Dean in one prairie-reared Canadian!

The deal is here that the NHL Network called this game one of the "Twenty Best" games in some count-down series. The historical context of being Gretz' first All-Star Game and Gordie's last is the big selling point here. It was re-played to celebrate The Man's 80th birthday late last month.

Our announcers are Dick Irvin, Gary Doernhoffer, and Dan Kelly.

First Period: OK, so the obvious thing that hits you right away is the clean dasher boards and the lack of advertising all over the place. Then you tend to notice that they guys had a lot of room to skate because they were generally smaller players than we have today. Plus, it's an All-Star Game so the intensity has been dialed down a bit.

Gilbert Perrault has the first flurry. He picks the puck up in his own zone and stickhandles through the entire Campbell defense that was never announced and after a fake slapshot, Perrault dekes and backhands the puck just a bit wide. Yeesh. That was one heck of a move.

Hey, there's Jim Schoenfeld! He is playing for the Wales Conference and is called one of the best young defensemen in the game today by Dick Irvin. He touches up for icing and flips the puck to the referee, who is not Don Koharski. Sadly. That would have been a total comic convergence if it has been since we know that in ten or so years, one of them is going to famously call the other a fat pig. If you don't know which one is complaining about the other, please stop reading this post right now and check on some pre-season WNBA news or something.

Larry Robinson uses the Power of the Honky Fro to put the Wales Conference up 1-0 at 3:58 on a slapper just inside the Campbell zone. Tony Esposito didn't even move until it was past him.

Steve Payne of the North Stars gets a pass from Mike Murphy out of the corner and he roofs a one-timer to make it 2-0 Wales Conference at 4:19. Butch Goring--then of the Kings--got the second assist. Pack your bags, Butchie. You'll be moving east later in the month.

At 7:15, future Islander Mike McEwen sends a pass to Reggie Leach. The Flyer winger drives it past Don Edwards to put the Campbell Conference on the board. 2-1, Wales.

Dick Irvin points out that Bossy and Trottier are not wearing helmets in this game. It's pretty weird, actually. This game has been, so far, much more contentious than what we have become accustomed to with All-Star Games of a more recent variety. Plus, with the way some of these guys skate, I'd want to be wearing my lid in case someone fell down and I ended up cracking my head on the ice.

Here's something else you don't see every day: a face-off is called as the puck is pinned against the boards. No one was screaming to play the puck or anything. Man, when the hell was the last time you saw that in the NHL?

We are also learning that the phrase "tied him up from behind" meant "hooked" in today's vernacular. There's more hooking going on in this game than there is a Friday night around midnight on the Sunset Strip. Craig Hartsburg of Minnesota is called for an infraction and now we even have a penalty in the All-Star Game.

And yes, it was for hooking.

On the power play, Bossy gets stopped twice at close range. Esposito is skating like a dog trying to walk in deep snow. Seriously, the guy looks like he has bank safes tapes to his legs. Maybe he spent the night before at Studio 54 or something.

Later, Gordie get stopped on a half-slap in the slot and the crowd is enjoying themselves. They pop every time Gordie steps onto the ice.

Herb Brooks stops by to be interviewed by Dick Irvin. He's talking about the chances of the Americans in the 1980 Lake Placid Olympics. Somehow, I think he is going to end up doing okay.

Tony Esposito pulls himself from the game late in the first period. Some guy named Pete Peeters of the Flyers replaces him. We'll see him in May. At the time. Peeters was rocking an undefeated 20-0-5 record. Won't win him The Cup, but it sure is impressive.

At the end of the first period, the Price of Wales Conference leads the Campbell Conference 2-1. It's been sort of slow going, but that is to be expected for the time.


The Second Period begins and is the Larry Robinson Show. Totally smooth. He's kind of gliding out there and it is fun to see. I definitely believe he'd be successful in today's game.

Dick Irvin says, "they'd love it if he'd get one" for the thirtieth time as Gordie's shot is deflected into the crowd. Again, every time he touches the puck, people at "The Brand New" Joe Louis Arena are on their feet.

It just dawns on me that Wayne Gretzky is playing in this game and they haven't really said much about him. How strange is that? His first All-Star Game and everything and all the hype that came with Gretz and he really hasn't done too much. The cameras aren't picking up his every reaction like they would now either. Just weird.

Bossy tries skating into the offensive zone and he literally gets spun around on a hook and there is no penalty on the play. I hear Pierre McGuire in my head shouting, "Egregious!" Seriously, back then you had to come out of there with a picture of the other guy's wife and kids before they were going to make a call.

Kent Nilsson of the Atlanta Flames makes it 2-2 at 6:04 on a pass from Bernie Federko in the slot. A little later, we get our second goalie change as Edwards leaves the Wales crease and Gilles Meloche of the North Stars enters the cage.

Shortly thereafter, Meloche looks like he is going to be tested on a Campbell 3-on-1 rush but Jim Schoenfeld breaks up the play. Wow. Very impressive.

The guys in the booth then interview Wales Conference coach Scotty Bowman. When asked about his counterpart, Campbell coach Al Arbour, Scotty sticks to the time-honored hockey tradition of not saying anything and dancing around the subject. He obviously likes Arbour and is proud of him and all but trust me, he says about as much important stuff about the game as Sidney Crosby does anytime there's a microphone put in front of his face.

I met Scotty Bowman once and it was a surreal experience. I walked into one of the thousands of card shops that sprouted across the country in the nineties and there was Scotty Bowman and his son picking up some cards. As I walked in, I was totally shocked. I didn't know what the heck to say so I got real smooth and asked Bowman what the hell he was doing in Southington, CT? He said that Keith Olbermann (then of ESPN) told him about the shop (KO was in there all the time and was, quite frankly, a bit of a jerk) and that he had some time before the Red Wings played the Whalers that night. We chatted for a little bit and I can say that Scotty was a really classy guy once the shock wore off.

End of two periods, tied at 2.

What can you say about those NHL Network commercials with the coach who is trying to fire up his team? One buddy of mine thinks they're stupid but I get a kick out of them. Once the coach gets that faraway stare and rolls his eyes, I laugh like hell. He is so full of crap. Also, for the longest time, I was trying to figure out where I had seen the actor before. He plays a farmer on "Corner Gas" who finds Brent and Hank in an old tree house. So there you go.

And seriously, why don't they call the sport "pucky" and not "hockey"?


Onto period three...

Gretz is being interviewed about playing in his first All-Star Game. He is so monotone that it's like a test pattern. Right now I am wishing that I knew Morse Code so I could tell if he was blinking an SOS or not.

Seeing Reed Larson reminds me that there are quite a few future Islanders in the game. Goring of course will arrive later in February of 1980 and Mike McEwen will arrive a year or two down the line. And Larson played for the Isles in the early nineties and may have played long enough for a half-cup of coffee. I am snapped back to reality as Pete Peeters rips a shot by Schoenfeld out the air for a tasty glove save.

Dick Irvin is now interviewing Canadian Olympic co-coach Tom Watt. What's the deal with co-coaches? It doesn't matter because Watts isn't going to have a great time at the Olympics. Not as good as Herbie is going to, for sure.

At 4:14, Brian Propp of the Flyers pokes one home for the Campbell Conference. If you're still with me, the Campbells just took their first lead of the game. Meloche had stopped a Reggie Leach wrister but Propp pushed it by him.

Although I haven't said it, Marcel Dionne has had a strong game. The Detroit crowd is booing him all the time because he left the Wings in a contract dispute and went to Los Angeles where his career prospered and he flourished; albeit it purple hockey pants. You kind of forget just how good he was, which is a shame. Such a smooth and fluid game.

Ron Stackhouse ties it up on a goal at 11:40. Meloche was almost beaten on the other end and Lafleur picked up the loose puck and sent Darryl Sittler through the neutral zone. The Leafs captain slid it to Stackhouse and we have a tied game.

The Wales Conference comes right back at 12:40 as Craig Hartsburg flutters one over Peeters after Real Cloutier sent him through the Campbell defense.

Hold onto your hat! Reed Larson snaps one past Peeters and we have the fastest three-goal flurry in ASG history. It's now 5-3, Price of Wales Conference.

The scoring ends after Gordie Howe sends the fans home happy assisting on a Real Cloutier goal at 16:06. Your final is 6-3, Wales Conference. We don't stick around long enough to find out who was named the MVP of the game so I will say that it was...Gordie Howe because he is Mister Hockey. Dan Pollard of the NHL Network wraps it up. Not sure why this was selected as one of The Twenty Best games but, you know, what the hell. It was a fun little two hours.

What did we learn? Well, that people in Detroit really loved and appreciated Gordie Howe. Phil Esposito had lead hockey pants. Tony Esposito left the game early and we never really learned why. They said something about a hand but it wasn't followed up on. Co-coaches are generally a bad idea. And finally, that there actually was a few games out there where Wayne Gretzky just kind of blended into the woodwork.

Overall, I give the game a Retro B- in the rear view mirror.

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