Monday, April 23, 2007

NHL 90210

m. patton
A fan wants a few things in order for a playoff season to be fun. First, he wants his team to be in the playoffs and winning. Second, he wants some close games and some late night OT heroics. Finally, he wants that indescribable element that involves nerves, anger and pride all rolled up into one; he wants drama.
So far, aside from the the Rangers/Thrashers series, there have been some great series with some close games. The Buffalo series, although it only took 5 games, kept Sabres fans on edge for a few games, including this one. The Detroit series has some great games and got to game 6 and as we speak, game 7 of the Vancouver/Dallas series is early in the first (0-0). So in all, the hockey is not bad at all and since my team is in it and playing pretty well, the first two criteria are covered down here in Maryland.
So now let's examine that third element of a fun playoff series, the drama. Last year, for the most part, there really was not that much to speak of in terms of real high school caliber drama. Aside from a Lindy Ruff versus Ken Hitchcock verbal podium scrum, I cannot recall any good stuff.
This year is much different. We are not even completely through the first round and already we have several battles that ranged from the absurd to the troubling. The first was of course in the Nashville/San Jose series where a few hits from behind lead to fights, injuries and suspensions. Also, whenever Ron Wilson is involved in any type of extra curricular activities, there will be some colorful comments and humorously aggressive language.
Next, there was the New Jersey/Tampa Bay series which was for the most part tame until late game 5 where there were plenty of PIMs handed out in the last 5 minutes and was capped by a John Torterella tirade towards Lou Lamorello from across the benches. I had not seen such a confrontation since Lindy Ruff had some choice words for Bryan Murray in Buffalo back in February.
Then there was Teddy Nolan. First off, I have nothing but respect for Teddy and most Buffalo fans, die-hard fans at least, will always have a special spot in their hearts for Teddy for what he did for the club back in the late 90's. I also felt that it was not fair that a coach like that had to spend 9 years away from the NHL given what he did for the Sabres' last good era. That being said, I think Teddy may have cried wolf during the Isles series with Buffalo. I know that it's easy to say that since it was my team that were the beneficiaries of the calls he publicly questioned and I'm not saying he shouldn't of questioned them. I am saying, however, that he should have put it behind him an hour after the games were over. He couldn't seem to let go and would bring them up every time he had a chance, even on the days of the next games. It could have very well been a distraction for his players, and probably didn't buy him any favors with any of the officials. Although I am on Teddy's side about his coaching absence, I think that his constant complaining during this series could help people forget that he was, for some unfair reason, kept out of the league for 9 years and help them remember that he couldn't keep his mouth shut about calls that he couldn't change even days after the games.
Two other notable events from that series was first, the suspension of Sean Hill for using performance enhancing drugs, followed by the demotion of the 8 million dollar man to the fourth line before he was held scoreless in the series again by the Buffalo Sabres as he was when he played for Ottawa in 1999. We will revisit this series later.
The most despicable drama, good for writers but bad for real hockey fans, lived in the Detroit/Calgary series. What went on during the last minutes of Game 5 should be documented as the example of the exact opposite of the drama that should live in a playoff series. The most disturbing part of that game was the fact that usually class acts somehow went evil very quickly. Jamie McClennan, who is more unknown in general than known as a dirty player, timber chopped Johan Franzen in an act that could cost him any chance to be a NHL starter, and could cost his coach his job. Either something snapped in McClennan as he sat on the bench watching Kiprusoff single handily keep the Flames from being swept, or he was instructed to go out and chop anyone. Either way, it is an event that should be, but won't be, forgotten.
The next jedi gone bad was Jerome Iginla. The captain, EA sports cover man, former scoring title winner and cup finalist just snapped looked as if he was more concerned with hurting an opponent than trying to score goals. Instead of leading by example by skating hard no matter what the score was, he butt-ended and cross checked his way into the bad memories of that series. It was a real shame that a team like Calgary who has skated some of the all time greats (Mr. McDonald and Mr. Vernon come to mind), would embarrass that tradition and a fan base who would rather see a team skate hard in defeat than cheap shot their way to notoriety. Like the latest John Waters film, it was a dirty shame.
Back to the Islanders thing for one more minute. The Sean Hill thing holds more significance than just a distraction to his team on the night that would eventually be their last of the season, it opens up a whole new can of worms since it was revealed that Sean Hill, a top NY defenseman, was caught during the last weeks of the season and was allowed to play during his appeal. Since there were teams on the bubble (Toronto and Montreal), it can be assured that although it was all by the book, those bubble teams may cry foul and call for a re-writing of that book. Lest we forget, the Islanders made it in by one point, a point they earned in a shootout, which makes them the first team to have their playoff status affected by a shootout point, but I guess Toronto could be grouped into that first as well.
So on goes the drama. My Sabres play an energized NY Rangers team that will be sure bring the dramatics. But like I have been saying all year, I am always nerved up during the playoffs, but I do like our chances, yes I do.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

NHL Officials Assocation: Where Seniority Is the Only Score That Matters

M. Patton
While I know that most NHL refs are no friend of mine and certainly cannot find very many compliments among these posts. That being said, if you are an NHL Referee apologist, please do not read any further.
The common feeling, although I have not heard anything official that has come from the league, was that referees are evaluated and then allowed to call playoff games based on merit. Essentially, only the best referees will be officiating playoff games. I say all of this in the past tense because this is obviously not the case anymore, if it was ever the case.
The easiest example is our old friend Mick McGeough. McGeough has botched calls that have altered the outcomes of two games this year. The first, of which he admitted he was wrong, was the phantom hand pass call on Edmonton where he waived off a would be tying goal in the dying seconds because he claimed the puck was cleared back to the point by a hand pass. He was wrong, he admitted he was wrong but the Oilers can't get that point back. The second game, where he actually screwed St. Louis twice during the same period, was a clear goal for which he didn't call for a video review. That would have been the go ahead goal. Then, after Ottawa had taken the lead, St Louis scored the tying goal, but McGeough waived it off because he had lost sight of the puck and blew the whistle. Replays show that he had no good reason to whistle the play other than he was out of position. What if these had been playoff games?
So, who was it calling Game 1 between Detroit and Calgary? Our good friend Micky McGeough. Why? Well, truth is that the NHL refs still live by the old-school union rules. What does that mean? Seniority is the only merit the you need to have. If you are not officiating in the playoffs, then you are not getting that extra cash. Just like in a union hall where there are 10 guys who need a job but only enough work for 5 guys, the work will go to the 5 oldest guys every time. The old guys will always get the work and always get the extra cash as long as they are willing to show up. This is why you still have guys like McGeough, Koharski, and Frasier still skating up and down the ice, or at least trying to, during important playoff games. Look, I am not saying these guys are fatally flawed because my Sabres have been the beneficiaries of some decently called, and not so decently called, games by these guys. What I am saying is that there needs to be a season long evaluation system that does not take into account the ref's age or tenure. In a league where the scoring title, and perhaps the Hart Trophy, just went to a 19 year old, it should be appreciated that age and tenure are not directly proportional to good performance.
And if the old guard doesn't like it, there are still labor unions all over the US that still operate based on seniority so tell them to grab a broom and get sweeping.

World's New Worst Job: Calgary Goaltender

M. Patton
You really have to feel for the Kipper. This guy has seen so many shots in this series, he should qualify for hazard pay. After any goalie makes 48 saves but still loses a game 3-1 in regulation, it is an amazing accomplishment unto itself to not visibly lose one's cool either on the ice or in the locker room after the game. Maybe behind closed doors he is screaming and moaning and begging for some defensive help or at least some goal support, but this guy's only on-ice reaction after giving up one goal for every 23 (or so) shots is to reach for the Gatoraide bottle and take a drink while displaying nothing but a poker face.
Mikka is a Fin, so maybe there is some Finlandia in that water bottle, but either way, the guy is just that mentally strong or has the best sports therapist in the business. In any event, I have found a job in the workforce that is even more frustrating than mine, and that is to be the goalie for the Calgary Flames.
For those who care, writing in this blog is not my job.

Time To Buy Stock In Dewar's

M. Patton
B More - So much for a nice relaxing vacation in the Carribean that got my mind off things back in the real world, it's playoff time and the Sabres' series is tied. Before I go any further, it should be known that I am the most paranoid and nervous hockey fan, maybe not in WNY, but definitely in Maryland. Going into any playoff series, I am always nervous no matter who we are playing or how good we are that year.
Game 1 was a joy. I was in a small restaurant in Christiansted, St. Croix eating a fantastic dinner while checking the score on my cell phone. The only nervousness I felt was when the Isles tied it in the second. By the time I got back to my hotel room and was able to access the game audio online, it was 3-1, soon to be 4-1 and 1-0 in the series. I saw no live action and the game was essentially over by the time I started streaming WGR. Like I said, a pure joy.
Game 2 was different. All the confindence in my team was equally matched by playoff butterflies that I would have felt had we been up 3-0 in the series. The butterflies soon turned to frustration as I saw the first NY goal pinball its way by Miller, then the second goal sneak through the screen again. The most frsutrating thing was the fact that our only two goals came from defensemen. No goals from Briere, Vanek, Max, Pominville, or our numerous other offensive threats. It wasn't for the lack of trying. Our offense got shots, hot some posts, and was robbed a few times by some great goaltending. In any event, we got stung by a one goal game that we have seen the other side of so many times this year. It's the playoffs, that will happen.
The optimism in me is screaming that our offense is a sleeping giant, and that Game 2 was the Pearl Harbor event that was needed to awaken it. The shots will find their way in and they will come in droves. The paranoia is screaming that this NY Isles team is pumped after a big road win and has a coach that everyone in WNY knows is good. These emotions will fight each other every waking, and sleeping, hour until the next game starts and a whole new set of emotions will begin to develop.
That's the thing about the playoffs, whether you win or lose, the anxiety owns you for 48 hours until the next game. Since I average about one scotch per regular season game to combat that anxiety, the company who makes Dewar's stands to make some extra revenue during these playoffs.
But just so we are clear, I still like our chances.