What's the deal with the lack of updates?
Well, the deal is that I have been too freaking busy to type...but here goes:
THE WINTER CLASSIC: I loved it. Loved it. Two admitted rivals playing outdoors and Bob Costas getting frostbite on his self-importance. Good times.
Wrigley Field was just an outstanding place to have the game. The whole presentation was great; Costas aside. I half-expected him to pull a LB move and whine about the "shrine of basebore" that is Wrigley Field was hosting a hockey game. Thankfully, he did not.
He also didn't pull out his Ogie Oglethorpe story from last year. I figured it was his only hockey story.
Being the resident hockey guy in the office has it's privileges. For one, no one is asking me to join any fantasy sports leagues. But the down side is that whenever anything happens in the game, I get asked about it 150 times a day. And since the mainstream media only plays the stupid stuff, well, you can guess what I hear.
Anyway, the next day at work, a couple people thought they had a great idea and they said that the league should play the All-Star Game outdoors every year on New Year's Day.
Um, no. What makes the Winter Classic so special and unique is that it is a real game. It's a real game that counts in the standings. The ASG is simply a place for the sponsors of the league to kick back and hobnob with NHL power brokers. The players and the game are almost an afterthought. The game becomes a high-priced game of shinny and the science of skating big circles is examined for three hours and we all get tired of it after the first period anyway. They can say it is about the fans all they want, but it ain't. It's about the sponsors.
So let's keep the Winter Classic what it is: a classic. It means something. Don't mess with it.
THE ISLANDERS KEEP LOSING: Is it me or does Scott Gordon look like he is about to explode on the bench some times? After the Isles let the Oilers kick back two goals to lose 3-2 the other night, I thought our coach was going to spontaneously combust right at the Rexall Centre.
This losing leads to trade talk. Big props to Doug Weight for sounding like a guy who wants to stay and help the kids. Same for Billy Guerin. The team can play all the kids they want but unless they have professionals who have had solid careers to guide them, the team is going to be a mess. Players and fans throughout the league trust Guerin and Weight and you can see how guys like Okposo and Josh Bailey look up to them when their getting real life lessons on the bench and during timeouts. Hopefully, the Isles can keep guys like that around to help usher in the next generation.
I want them to keep guys like Trent Hunter and Richard Park too. And Mark Streit. If Streit doesn't go to the All-Star Game, I'll eat my hat without condiments. It will be really sweet for him to return to Montreal as an All-Stat when the Canadiens didn't respect his all-around abilities.
Newsday makes a compelling argument that Weight should represent the Isles too. I like the argument and I am wondering if Bettman can make a Commissioner's Pick and add Weight to the Eastern Conference All-Stars. At least with two Islanders the skills competition will be more fun to watch.
And all this ragging on the ASG today is strange because even though I always say I won't watch it, I always do.
CANADA WINS GOLD: Sweden tried trash-talking, but it didn't work. The Canadians breezed by the Swedes in the World Junior Championships to win the gold medal for the fifth-straight time.
John Tavares was the most outstanding player in the tournament and trust me, he put to rest the race between he and Victor Hedman over who is going to be the first overall choice in this year's entry draft. The knock on Tavares is that he isn't a great skater but so what? You can teach skating. You can take power skating classes from ads you see in the back of The Hockey News from Laura Stamm and get better at it. What you can't teach is a nose for the net. You can't teach skill and you can't teach strength on the puck and body control.
The tournament itself is just hyper-exciting. John Buccigross mentions it on ESPN.com. At the same time that Canada and Russia were playing, the NFL playoffs were on TV and by sheer emotion, you'd have to pick the hockey over the football. Seeing the passion and (yes, Don Cherry and Pierre McGuire) heart of the fans in Ottawa as they passed the world's largest Canadian flag across ScotiaBank Place was inspiring. Canada is a country that truly loves their hockey. They cared more than the guy with three beers whining about his fantasy league did sitting in San Diego.
And, um, by the way. About that Tavares kid? The Islanders are currently leading the race to having the most ping pong balls in April. Just sayin'.
RUUTUU BITES MAN: One of my favorite headlines growing up was TREE BITES MAN. It was in the local paper when Tree Rollins, then of the Atlanta Hawks, tried to take a bite out of crime and allegedly chomped down on Celtics' super-pest Danny Ainge in a playoff game when I was like eleven. The Celtics probably pasted Atlanta that year and I don't remember who won but I do remember TREE BITES MAN.
Now the evidence (as seen on NHLN's On The Fly) pretty much clearly shows Ottawa's Jarko Ruutu biting the gloved thumb of Sabres tough guy Andrew Peters last night in Buffalo, the league has to hold a hearing to decide how to proceed with a suspension and/or fine.
Here's your pull quote from Jarko: "Nothing happened there," Ruutu said to TSN. "His fingers were by my mouth but I didn't bite him."
Video evidence shows differently. Already the guys in Buffalo who sell the bootleg t-shirts in the parking lot are printing new ones with the phrase: Ruutuu Bites on them. You just know they are.
Isles are in Calgary tomorrow night.
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