Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Compare the Y's

Yesterday, Dan Gross of the Philadelphia Daily News did his best to save us all from the painful drought that is hockey's off-season when he wrote an interesting "exposé" (gossip column) on the Mike Richards and Jeff Carter trades...complete with inside information from two unnamed Flyers players.  In his article, Gross writes that partying and refusing to be a part of "Dry Island" (more on that in a minute) may have played a role in the shocking overhaul that saw the Philadelphia Flyers trade away two of their best players, one of whom was their captain.



From Dan Gross:
The two unnamed players said the Flyers front office was disappointed in Carter and Richards' longstanding party lifestyle and that teammates were concerned about the pair's drinking.
Shortly after his arrival in December 2009, coach Peter Laviolette instituted what players came to call the "Dry Island." Laviolette asked team members to commit to not drinking for a month, and each player was asked to write his number on a locker room board as a pledge. No. 17 (Carter) and No. 18 (Richards) were absent from the board on the first Dry Island, as well as the estimated five more times the policy was instituted.
In a phone interview Thursday, Flyers General Manager Paul Holmgren confirmed that Richards and Carter hadn't put their numbers on the board, but said there had been others who declined. "We carry 23 players and there wasn't 23 numbers up there."
We will never know the 100%-true story here, of that much we can be certain.  Maybe it was never that big of a deal in the first place.  But if any of this is true, in any way, it's almost as though a moderately powerful earthquake just hit "Hockeyland", tearing open a gaping hole to the Flyers' locker room...and the aftershocks of that and of the issue at hand will be interesting to examine.

What's so amazing about this story is that 1) two players would discuss this with any member of the media and 2) something like this may have actually played out to the point where Richards and Carter essentially "lost their jobs."

Lately, my friends and I have been talking about the jobs and the job application process and how that all relates to living in a world of TMI and incriminating Facebook photos, blog posts, Tweets, etc.  We are an extremely connected generation.  A very opinionated, self-important, overly trusting connected generation...and that can come back to haunt us at the worst possible times.  Especially when you consider that our generation places quite a bit of importance on balancing work and play...something potential/current employers know all too well.

But can you be part of "our generation" if your job depends on near-total dedication for a seven (or nine if you're that good) month span?  Does "our generation" have room for people who achieve most when their bodies are in peak condition?  When their time spent 'at work' markedly increases their chance for success?  When work IS life?

Sometimes when we view professional athletes, we don't see them in the context of what they really are:  People.  Mike Richards is a 26-year old man.  He's my age.  He also happens to be one of the best centers in the NHL and, up until last month, the captain of one of the more successful hockey franchises as of late.  And Jeff Carter?  He is also 26, also my age...and also a damn good center.  From October to April (or June...if they're lucky), these two men have a job to do (which of course doesn't account for off-season training) and over the past few seasons, they've done it well.  You can't talk about the top 25 centers in the league without including their names.  You can't form gold medal-winning Team Canada without including their talent (at least initially.  Carter was the last man cut...).  And up until last month, you couldn't imagine the Philadelphia Flyers without picturing their faces.

And now, at least some of that has changed.  The talent is still there...but the identity and what that meant is gone.  The pair who defined the Flyers, who represented their future, has been broken into two single players, both of whom will have to carve new careers from the remains of their former one.   As for the Flyers, they are no longer the same team that came within two wins of a Stanley Cup one year ago but instead, but are instead a team that has changed so remarkably, it won't even recognize itself in the mirror when the puck drops in October.

The trades of Richards and Carter felt so unnatural, so strange, and so improbable that much of the hockey world was completely shocked any GM in his right mind would sign off on them.  But Paul Holmgren did...

...and now this.  Now comes the speculation that at least some of the decision was based on what many people would term "acting like a normal 26 year old man".

So where's the line?  How much can these men act like men and not only like hockey players?  How much of a personal life can you really have when so much of your personal life is wrapped up in the requirement that your body is the most important tool of your your job?  And if you can still do your job while living your life outside of it, can your boss really have a say in what you do during your time off?  Especially if what you do has no impact on how you perform at work?  And if you're a professional athlete, is that your job...or your identity?

And what happens when your co-workers essentially throw your personal life in your face?  When "what happens at work stays at work" becomes null and void?

Living in Washington DC, I've seen a fair amount of 26 year-old males on successful career paths...and I've seen a lot of them out at the bars, drinking, having fun, blowing off some steam, etc.  Obviously I have no insight into the depth and breadth of how they spend their free time, just as I have no insight into the depth and breath of what Richards and Carter choose to do when they're not on the ice, but isn't having that balance between work and play something all of us strive for?  Something all of us want?  Something that keeps us grounded and working and pushing to be better? And should we be penalized for it if it doesn't affect our jobs?  Should we be penalized for holding a drink in a snapshot?  For speaking our minds?  For having a weekend? Or has it become impossible to separate our life at work and our life at play?

The bottom line is, "we" can...but maybe they can't...because what differentiates Richards and Carter from other 26 year-olds in the workforce is that they are ultimately professional athletes first...and 26-year old men second.  In today's NHL, one simply cannot afford to lose a step because that may be the step you never get back.  But is that really fair?  Can anyone really be asked to be "at work" every second of every day?

You can't.  So the question now becomes, who in the Flyers locker room had a problem with it?  And did it really have any affect on how either Richards or Carter did his job?  And exactly how out of line was it for any of this to become public knowledge?

It's all out of the Flyers' hands now and whether trading Richards and Carter was the wrong decision or not is no longer up for debate.  What's done is done.  But how will this play out in the Flyers' locker room?  In locker rooms around the NHL?  Is it an isolated incident or something every player will be more aware of in the future?  And is that fair?  And, at the core, is it really that different from the dilemmas we all face when trying to enter the workforce or stay afloat within it?

I guess until you've had Chris Pronger someone spilling secrets about your personal life to the media, it's just not possible to say...

-Shaela


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

I needed to mourn the loss of another hockey season.  Now I need to get over it and move on to hockey season's much less attractive friend, baseball season.

I'll get there...

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Athens, Cairo...or Vancouver?

Based on recent events in Vancouver featuring burning cars, fan on fan violence, looting, police in riot gear, etc., I figured this little experiment would be fairly eye-opening.  It's called Guess Which City and it starts...right now.
First we have the aforementioned Vancouver, a once beautiful city in British Columbia now turned to ruin by a bunch of overzealous, angry, and immature hockey fans.  When the Nucks lost the Cup to the Bruins, Nucks fans...completely lost their shit.  Cars were flipped, fires were set, property was damaged, fans were attacked (by other fans).  It was complete pandemonium...over a hockey game.

Then we have Athens, Greece, a city known for its beauty and ancient architecture.  Riots have broken out this year over the ailing Greek economy and the new measures Greece must comply with in regards to the terms set by the 110 billion Euro bailout package. Major labor protests have occurred as Greece struggles to find a way out of bankruptcy. 

Finally, there's Cairo, Egypt, another beautiful city filled with history and antiquity.  The riots in January were part of a chain reaction initiated by Tunisia, about unsatisfactory social conditions and government oppression. High levels of unemployment were a heavily contributing factor. In Egypt, specifically, the government suppressed the Internet and cell phone communication of its citizens so that many details concerning the riots did not get transmitted onto web sites such as Yahoo! and Facebook.

Two cities in social unrest, another mired in the despair that comes with losing in the playoffs.  Can you guess which city is which?  Let's find out...

HIGHLIGHT CAPTIONS BELOW PHOTOS FOR ANSWER
Cairo
Vancouver








Athens

HIGHLIGHT CAPTIONS BELOW PHOTOS FOR ANSWER
Athens
Cairo
Vancouver
That's it folks.  Short game, I know but it really only takes two rounds to determine the magnitude one hockey game has on a city and its fans.  Unfortunately, when you're able to compare that event with serious social unrest...it's time to start asking some pretty heavy questions of a society at large...

I feel for you Nucks fans, I really do, but this is asinine.  Especially the fan-on-fan fighting.  Are you fucking kidding me?  You all fought together through an entire playoff run, urging your team on, and when it ends and you don't win, you turn on each other?  Does that make ANY sense? 

Disgusting.  Absolutely disgusting.

-Shaela

Oh Vancouver...



 

B's Win! And it only took 39 years of waiting...

For an Avs fan (and therefore, Nucks hater by default), Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals could not have ended any better.  The Bruins won in a shut out.  Thomas got the Conn Smythe.  Everyone booed Bettman (again). Horton got to lift the Cup with his teammates..and now we all get to spend the next 110 days or so (in which hockey goes into hibernation) without the burden of hearing how fantastic Luongo and the Sedins are.

What happened up there in Vancouver last night?  It was as though Boston put their foot on the gas pedal and never let up, but Vancouver couldn't even get their car started. This was Game 7, Nucks.  This was "Lay it all on the line, win or go home, battle 'til the final whistle, don't look back" hockey.  And honestly, the only team to do that last night was Boston and as a result, they deserve every single moment they have with the Cup this summer...and the Nucks deserve to sit back and question everything they did wrong.

Life is good.  And so was this year's Final.

It really was a fantastic series with so many amazing story lines.  We all watched Tim Thomas, a 37-year old previously-discarded goalie become a puck-stopping maniac and playoff hero.  We all wondered if Luongo could rise above the pressure and the expectations of failure and pull out one final win on home ice.  We all took guesses on exactly how badly Ryan Kesler is injured.  We all teared up a bit (okay, maybe just me, but I have no shame) when Nathan Horton poured Boston water on Vancouver ice and then, later, actually got to skate out on said ice and lift the Cup with his team (after languishing away in Florida for six seasons, it was SO good to see what this kid can really do). 

We all watched this incredible series with the remarkable knowledge that it was always, until Game 7, a tale of two cities.  Had history repeated, this Nucks hater would be writing a much different blog today.  Instead, this morning, she's smiling, happy, elated.  The world seems as it should be (unless of course you happen to live anywhere near Rogers Arena.  Then your world is still potentially on fire...)

And so, we put hockey to bed for the season and begrudingly turn our focus to baseball.  Come quick, October; this will not be pretty.

-Shaela

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Thrasher Caveat

I'll admit it:  There's a large part of me that wants the Thrashers to move to Winnipeg.  After all, if the team isn't widely appreciated in Atlanta, why shouldn't they move somewhere they would be celebrated?  It seems logical, kind even.  Winnipeg gets a team back and Atlanta...gets to stay Atlanta.

But that's not the whole story.  Not by a long shot.  It would be if the Thrashers had no one cheering for them at all, but they do (albeit a small fraction of Atlanta's population).  And those people are about to lose all of it.

By next season, there may never be hockey in Atlanta again.

What gets me more than anything is the hypocrisy of it all.  How long has the NHL fought to keep the Coyotes, who are one rung below Atlanta in attendance, in Phoenix?  And for what?  Have Coyotes fans really come out in droves to support their PLAYOFF-CALIBER team?  Not really.  And to me, that is much more telling than Atlanta's attendance issues, as the Thrashers have only made the playoffs once in ten seasons.  In that same time frame, the Coyotes have gone four times. 

And yet, Phoenix is saved while Atlanta is likely Winnipeg-bound.  It could have been either team but it's ultimately the less successful one, the one with fewer opportunities to cultivate a fanbase through its successes.  Who's to say the Thrashers weren't all that far off from a few playoff runs?  And who's to say a few playoff runs couldn't have changed things, even just a little bit?

Now we'll likely never know (although to be fair, the Thrashers would make the second team Atlanta has lost, third if you count the Knights.  Hockey has been in Atlanta before...and failed.)

The photo above could not be more telling.  The fight is there...unless the opportunity for a clean sale overpowers it.

"Because we fight hard for every city [except Atlanta] and our fans need to know that we don't just run out [unless we can make a clean break]"

I'm really sorry, Thrashers fans.

-Shaela

Monday, May 16, 2011

Winnipeg...Thrashers

Breaking, although not entirely shocking, news out of Atlanta today.  According to The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Atlanta Spirit LCC, the group that owns the Atlanta Thrashers, is in negotiations with True North in regards to the sale and relocation of the team.  After all the talk about selling the Phoenix Coyotes and sending them up to Winnipeg, it appears as though Atlanta is now the much more likely candidate.

It hasn't been easy to be a Thrashers fan.  Since their first season in 1999-2000, the Atlanta Thrashers have been in the playoffs once and were swept by the NY Rangers.  Many of Atlanta's superstars have gone on to play for other teams and, despite the Thrashers' slow growing group of solid players, it's difficult to say whether anyone will really ever consider Atlanta to be a viable piece of the hockey world.

I personally liked where Atlanta was heading.  They did well during free agency to bring in some very decent players and were, at one point this season, in sight of another playoff berth.  In my opinion, they won the Ilya Kovalchuk deal and had some good things to look forward to in the coming years.  But it's not about what the Atlanta Thrashers did.  It's about what the fans did not do and plainly, they did not show up.  To the tune of 28th in attendance...

It's difficult to blame them.  When the product on the ice is so poor for so long, you really can't expect people to budget for tickets.  At the same time, is it crazy to believe owners would be more inclined to spend on talent if tickets were selling like crazy?  Doubled edged sword to say the least...

As an Avalanche fan, I feel extremely lucky to have been gifted such a talented team from day one.  Colorado benefited mightily from Quebec's failures and it is not outside of the realm of possibility that if we hadn't, the Avs would be in the running for Winnipeg as well.  Though that statement is disappointing, it is not far from the truth.  Attendance in Denver has been dipping significantly over the last few seasons...right along with the Avs' success (or lack their of).  In a few years, if things don't turn around, who's to say the Avs won't be the next Thrashers or Coyotes.

You really have to feel for the fans in Atlanta.  There are probably some who live and breathe the Thrashers just as much as I live and breathe the Avalanche.  But it's just not enough.  You can't hemorrhage $20 million a year and just keep things as they are.

All of this really makes you appreciate those other franchises who, despite extremely lackluster performances season after season, continue to sell out their stadiums and rally support for their team (Toronto Maple Leafs...I'm looking at you).  It also makes you question other franchises who succeed year after year and rarely ever fill their arena (WTF Devils fans...).

What does it take to draw fans exactly?  Is it success?  Simply starting in the right market?  A superstar or two?  A storied history?  A hockey culture?  All of the above?

Maybe in October, Winnipeg will get a chance to tell us...

-Shaela



"I Hate Winnipeg" by the Weakerthans

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

To Detroit, With Love: Game 7 - - From: San Jose

Dear Sharks,

Now you've done it:  You've seriously, SERIOUSLY screwed yourselves.

Words cannot adequately portray just how big this "Detroit Problem" is right at this very moment.  Catastrophe doesn't quite cover it.  Crisis doesn't either.

I will grant there has been some very close games this series and moments in which I felt there was a legitimate chance for a Round 3 in your future...but the point is, after 60 minutes, you've been the loser three of the past three games.  And the glaring issue is that it would have only taken one push, one flurry, one huge shift...and this series could have been over with you advancing to play Vancouver on Saturday.

You haven't had that push, that flurry, that shift.  But Detroit has.  They've found their stride.  And that is why we're now possibly on the verge of witnessing a second 0-3 comeback in two years.

Fanfuckingtastic.

What the hell is wrong with you, San Jose?  How can SO much talent play that poorly together as a team?  I just don't get it.  And what is the deal with your big stars?  Why do they disappear in big games, like this game tonight?  Or maybe, the truth of the matter is, you don't have any big stars because big stars get it done, like Detroit did.  Big stars push it to seven, make something out of nothing, fight back from failure and succeed.  Like Detroit did.



Three game lead?  Gone.  So gone you've now put yourself into a winner takes all death match situation in which the "machine" known as the "Detroit Red Wings" is likely going to annihilate you.  And honestly, at this point, you deserve it.  Unless you can come up with a masterful performance and come out swinging in Game 7, you deserve a summer off.  And if, while you're at it, you could stop teasing your fans with post-season appearances that result in nothing because the SAME problems arise, that would be great too.

I get that you were without Ryane Clowe this game...but Detroit was out Johan Franzen and they seemed to make it work. That's what phenomenally-talented, playoff-winning teams do.  They make it work.  And in Game 7, Detroit will likely make it work.  No Franzen and a bum-wrist Datsyuk?  No. Effing. Problem.  Home ice advantage?  Worthless.  Patrick Marleau?  Still gutless.  Your 3-0 lead?  A prologue to the story of this playoff series.

At this point, I don't even think having you continue on in the series is all that good for anyone.  I may hate Detroit but at least they're playing some fantastic hockey as of late.  And I may hate Detroit but at least I know they'll show up on Thursday. 

It's impossible to say the same for you.  I don't think you have that extra level.  I really don't.  The same things that won you those three early games just aren't going to cut it this time.  Let's not kid ourselves here:  You barely eeked those wins out anyway.

If the Wings win on Thursday, I will barely bat an eyelash.  And if the Wings win on Thursday, I don't think you'll ever shake that "choking" reputation...

...because clearly, that's what Sharks do best...



-Shaela

Pending Disaster: No Ryane Clowe for Game 6

Damnit Sharks.

Why couldn't you just close out your series with Detroit in four (or I guess five)?  Why couldn't you just play the way you're capable of and send the dreaded Red Wings golfing for the season?   Why couldn't you just end the suffering of Wings-haters everywhere and seal this series up with a pretty teal and black bow?

I have only two possible conclusions: 
  1. You're choking.  Again.  And this time, no one will bail you out with "but they played a great series" because flatly, if you blow a 3-0 series lead, you suck at everything,  EVERYTHING.
  2. You're just trying to make it interesting.
Please, for the sake of us all, let it be Option 2.

I'm interested, okay?  A little too interested, if you know what I mean.  You allowed Detroit to steal two games in a row, one right out from under you and your two goal lead, and now they have an honest shot at this.  They really could pull off a 2010 Philadelphia Flyers...something people were really only joking about two games ago.

I will never forgive you if Detroit pulls off a 2010 Philadelphia Flyers.

Ever.
Unless you want to dethrone the Bruins as "Choke-Artist of the Decade (and put my happiness in serious jeopardy), I suggest you win tonight, San Jose. And win big. In Detroit. Take it to those talented bastards in red and don't look back. Datsyuk who? Lidstrom what?

But of course, since you couldn't just end it all early, now you'll have to do it with injuries... which is what happens when series trudge on. No Ryane Clowe tonight, folks.

Not good.

As in "Oh, we are effed" not good.

As in "A significant piece of the puzzle of our success is out" not good.

What we have here is drama unfolding, a storyline for disaster.  It would be fun if it didn't mean Detroit was slowly inching their way toward another Stanley Cup.  But that's exactly what's happening here.  Make no mistake about the Red Wings:  You can NEVER (and I repeat NEVER) count them out until the nail is in the coffin.

You brought this upon yourselves, Sharks. When the hockey gods give you a chance to seal a series against Detroit, at home, you do it.  Everyone knows you don't fuck with Detroit.

And now you have to fuck with Detroit in Detroit.

May God have mercy on us all if you can't get it right.

-Shaela

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Peace out, Purple and Gold

So the Lakers are done.  In a sweep.  Did anyone really see that coming?  But then again, did anyone really see the Spurs being upset by the Grizzlies back in Round 1?

Hard to feel sorry for either of them, huh?


And of course by "hard" I mean "undeniably infeasible."  LA is nearly impossible to like unless you're a Lakers fan.  Or maybe, despite his undeniable talent, that's just Kobe Bryant.  Either way, peace out, LA.

Meh...and so the NBA Playoffs trudge on...

 -Shaela

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Second Round - Fail

Last week, I wasn't quite ready to hop on the "Second Round Sucks" bandwagon.  Sure, the games weren't as exciting and there was a distinct feeling of "let-down hockey" in the air...but surely that would all even out or disappear as the playoffs continued and teams found their stride, right?

Wrong.

100% wrong.

Caps?  Swept.  Flyers?  Swept.  Wings?  WISH they were swept but no, there will be a Game 5.  Nashville?  The fork is hovering...

Despite the increased number of OTs, a trend which has continued into Round 2, the games themselves have been watered down versions of Round 1.  It's just not all that fun right now.  I'd argue it's likely not even that much fun for fans of the teams on the winning end of things.  I mean, did B's fans really go into their series with Philly saying "Man, I hope for four snooze-fest games in which the Flyers don't even make it interesting.  Especially Game 4.  I hope that game just sucks."?

God I hope not.

When it's your team for just one game, you want a blow out.  But in the playoffs?  You want entertainment.  You want to be on the edge of your seat.  You want "holy shit, did that just really happen?!"  You want the roller coaster, the fear.  And this round, you're just not getting it.  Any of it.

No one is.


What all of this adds up to, aside from boredom, is less hockey...and less hockey, while good for the health and stamina of the remaining teams, is very trying on a hockey-addict's sanity.

This isn't good.

But maybe Round 3 will be?

-Shaela

Monday, May 2, 2011

Hockey on U St.

I've spent the last few weeks completely absorbed in finals and the NHL Playoffs.  While the relationship is far from symbiotic, it has worked in keeping my sanity intact while I attempt to cram all the (useless) biostats I possibly can into my non-math mind.

It's the playoffs.  It's what you do.  You sit in front of the television, you open your stats book and, during intermission, you pretend as though you're capable of absorbing anything you're reading (even though you find yourself continuously looking up at the TV to discern how the hell Rinne ACTUALLY saved that).

It's probably also addiction.  I really don't care.

One thing you notice when you're sports obsessed, however, is that a lot of people...well...aren't.  And in my life right now, a lot of people simply aren't...and they definitely don't follow this whole 'hockey' thing.  When I start talking about the Stanley Cup Playoffs, I'm like entertainment...like a foreigner speaking about some interesting foreign custom...

...which is ridiculous...because it's the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

The Stanley. Cup. Playoffs.

What the hell?  Right?

The whole thing can be a bit isolating.   But just when I think no one cares about hockey and I'm doomed (ha, doomed?  Blessed) to wander the Earth as a fan of the most under-appreciated sport in the world (to everyone else except hockey fans.  I personally would marry hockey if it were a person), I step out of the Gibson on U St. at 1 AM on a Saturday and stumble upon (not literally, though after one of the Gibson's painkillers...it could have happened) this:
There, spray painted on the sidewalk, is the greatest symbol of hockey's success advertising the greatest playoff fight in sports.

For a second there, I was back in Colorado, crowded around the TV of whomever agreed to host the night's playoff game, feeling right at home.  But DC's a good hockey city too, and when Sunday rolls around and I find myself in the living room, watching the Caps game with my two roommates and my roommate's boyfriend, I feel right at home too. (The Caps losing and going down 0-2 on the series kinda sucked though...)

-Shaela

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Josh McDaniels - Still Ruining Sundays

Being a Broncos fan over the last few years has not been easy.  Mired in mediocrity, the Broncos have spent the last few years making one bad decision after another, erasing the "glory years" and replacing them with laughable misery.  The dam of "mediocrity" has become the river of failure. 

In sports, it's impossible to stay on top. Sure, some teams are just perennially successful (Detroit Red wings) and some teams are just perennial...terrible (Chicago Cubs...) but remaining at the very top for years and years just doesn't happen.   The late '90s were good to the Broncos but after Elway retired, Denver went through one QB after another trying to find a fit.  We hung in there for a little while but sure as taxes, things started to fade.

After an 8-8 season defined mostly by injuries, the Broncos fired Mike Shanahan, the most successful coach in Broncos history.  The fact that it was the third straight season without a playoff berth probably did not help any.  And just like that, Shanahan was gone.

From then on, a series of events would take place that would see the Broncos falling far, far from grace.  Instead of a football team, they would become both a soap opera and a spectacle; both the picture of dwindling hope and dark disappointment.

To kick off the misery, the Broncos hired Josh McDaniels, of the Videogate '07 Patriots.  It was all downhill from there.

If only I had a time machine...

Maybe you're reading this and thinking, "Wow, here's something new:  Another Broncos fan who hates Josh McDaniels. How original."

I don't care.

I hate Josh McDaniels, and though I can't credit him with every minute piece of the Broncos demise, I can place a significant proportion of the blame directly on his shoulders.

What an idiot...

If I'm a brand new coach just stepping into my first coaching position ever, why would my first thought be: "Hm, step one for me?  How about I create a gigantic rift between myself, the team, and the franchise QB.  What a brilliant plan"?

Um, plainly, it wouldn't.  Not in a million God damn years would that EVER cross my mind.  And yet, for one brilliant new coach, it was.  And that's exactly what happened.  Cutler took off for Chicago, the locker room stood divided, and McDaniels acted like nothing had gone wrong as he tried to corral respect from the rest of the team.

What a joke.

Look, I get it.  If Cutler isn't your guy (and honestly, he wasn't exactly mine), then sure, go out there and find someone who is.  But you better make DAMN sure you know what you're doing before you get yourself into that mess...and it better end with something better than Kyle Orton (who isn't terrible, but for someone like Jay Cutler, the Broncos likely could have done better.  Though I have to say, Orton has done well here).  Dude didn't even end up with the QB he started this disaster for (Matt Cassel, who ended up going to division rival Kansas City). Way to kick it off right, McD.

From then on it was just...well, not bad actually.  The Broncos started off 6-0 and for a second there, all of us poor Broncos fans thought that maybe, just maybe McDaniels wasn't an idiot.  Maybe all that soap opera shit over Cutler was worth it?

How wrong we were.  The Broncos dropped eight of their next 10 games and, with a playoff berth on the line, McDaniels benched Marshall and Scheffler against the Chiefs.  Needless to say, Kansas City sealed the deal and the Broncos missed the playoffs for the fourth year in a row.

Second ranked offense in 2008?  Ranked 15th after one year of McDaniels.

The 2010 season was an outright failure all around.  Drafting Tim Tebow (for whom we gave up a 2nd, 3rd, AND 4th round pick) might (and I use that term loosely.  MIGHT) have been the only real light in the dark here (I will also grant that McDaniels handled the publicity surrounding the suicide of Kenny McKinley very well).   Brandon Marshall?  Gone (again, not a terrible decision, I guess), Scheffler, gone.  3-9 record? Very real.  Videotaping the 49ers practice in London?  Stellar idea.  Losing in London even though we cheated?  Embarrassing. Mike Nolan (the man responsible for taking a 29th ranked defense and turning them into a 7th)?  Ditched.

All of these events, however, pale in comparison to one notable McDaniels move that continues to haunt the Broncos and their fans...and will only be getting worse in the seasons yet to come.  That move?   March 15, 2010:  Josh McDaniels trades Peyton Hillis and picks to Cleveland for Brady Quinn.

Peyton Hillis...for Brady. Effing. Quinn.

Brady Quinn would go on to do next to nothing for the Broncos in the 2010-2011 season.  As for Peyton Hillis?



Well...would they put just anybody on Madden '12?

No, no they wouldn't.

But a guy who rushed for 1,177 yards, 11 rushing TDs, 61 receptions, 477 yards receiving and two receiving touchdowns?  What about him?

Of course they would.  

It's mindblowing, really, just how one decision by an arrogant, overly-confident moron will play out as time goes on.  This one hurts almost too much for words.

He's been gone since December 6, 2010...but Josh McDaniels is still ruining my Sundays. 


-Shaela

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Craig Anderson...in Orange and Black?

While watching the Philadelphia Flyers lose Game 1, 7-3, on home ice...one factor of the ineptitude stood high above the rest.  It wasn't Philly's inadequate PP (no goal during a 5 on 3) or their concerning team defense.  It wasn't their lack of fire or questionable coaching decisions (4th line against the 1st after a TV timeout...).  It was their goaltending (shocker, I know...I'm probably the only one...).

Man is Philly's goaltending shaky.

Scary shaky.

Potentially series-ending shaky.

Philly's goaltending barely got them out of the first round and I'm not totally sure it can even compete in the second (though the series is young).  Boucher seems strong at times, but inadequate at others.  Bobrovsky can hang in there, but he's not scary.  Leighton?  Well, I dunno...

If I'm a Flyer, I'm concerned. If I'm a Flyers' coach, I have nightmares and wake up in a cold sweat. 

If I'm a Flyers fan, I wonder why the hell the Flyers didn't pick up (ready for it?) Craig Anderson at trade deadline.

Hear me out (if you're still reading this).  In Colorado, Craig Anderson had a 3.28 GAA and a .897 SV% in 33 games.  Not good.  However, after the Senators managed to dupe the Avs into taking Brian Elliot for him straight up, Anderson's numbers improved to a 2.05 GAA and a .939 SV% in 18 games, kicking off game one as a Sen with a 47-save shut-out.  (Trust me, that one hurt...)

And last season, despite playing behind a rather abysmal Avs defense, Anderson's numbers were incredible.  A 2.63 GAA and .917 SV% in 71 games.  And who could forget the 51-save shut out against the Sharks in Game 3 of the playoffs?  It was absolutely remarkable. 

Anderson's final numbers this season?  Not terrible.

At all.

Behind the Flyers' defense, I'd argue Anderson could have easily returned to form (hell, he looked good behind Ottawa's awful defense...).  It's a gamble, because there's no promise Anderson would have rebounded, but could he really be any worse than Boucher, Bobrovsky, or Leighton?  And since the Avs apparently have no interest in making smart trades (sigh), they might have taken someone like Leighton in return (despite Leighton having been on waivers.  Who knows?  Maybe it would have cost the Flyers Bobrovsky in which case, the trade isn't worth it).

And what about salary?  The Flyers are basically at the ceiling with $1.4 million to spare.  Craig Anderson's cap hit?  $1.3 million.  Surely the Flyers could have shed just a little bit for that.

Maybe it was never on their radar.  Maybe they thought they'd be fine.  Maybe they still think their D-corps will be enough.  Maybe they aren't worried.

But if I'm a Flyers fan, I'm worried...

...and I might just be right.

-Shaela

 (Game 4 vs. the Sharks in 2010.  OTL...)

I love (Red Wings-eating) Sharks fans...

Since it will become very clear, in the blogs-yet-to-come, just how I feel about the Detroit Red Wings, I may as well come out with it now:  I. HATE. Them.  I respect them, and who couldn't, but I really, really hate them.

The Wings are a DAMN good hockey franchise.  They've made the playoffs for 20 straight seasons.  They have multiple NHL Award-winning players on the roster (no Dats for Lady Byng this year though.  You fight, you ruin everything...).  and an impressive supporting cast as well (who doesn't love the way Darren Helm plays hockey?) To top it off, they have a rich history and good fans (except during that whole "Dead Thing Era".  Man was that embarrassing...) who are usually fairly well versed in all things hockey.

The Red Wings may in fact be the only thing holding Detroit together.

This changes nothing.

I. HATE. THEM.

In full disclosure, my team is the Colorado Avalanche (right, that explains it all, doesn't it?).  Hating the Red Wings has been about as easy as breathing since 1996 (though the Nords weren't too keen on that team in Detroit either).  It's a permanent fixture in my life and will never, ever change.  Ever.  (And for those of you who have joke about my soul mate being a Wings fan:  First of all, if soul mates existed, mine would not be capable of Red Wings fandom.  And secondly, if that ever happens, fast forward 70 years to a 95 year old me, single and alone with a bunch of cats).

The hatred did NOT get any better when the Wings signed Todd Bertuzzi...and when Todd Bertuzzi starting playing like Todd Bertuzzi again.

That sucked.  A lot.  (And no, I'll likely never let 'the Steve Moore incident' go)

So it's well established.  The Red Wings and I are like the Hatfields and the McCoys (does anyone really understand that reference anymore?  If not,  Wiki saves the day), except there will be no peace, no agreement to stop the hate.  No Family Feud in which the winner gets a pig.

It will never get better.

(Ignore the fact that I've been able to maintain fairly good friendships with various Wings fans...or the example is moot point).

Hating the Red Wings can be inconvenient at times.  Ah, plainly, they win a lot.  A whole hell of a lot.  And always at inopportune times.  (One fact my Red Wings fan brother likes to point out is that the Wings happen to win almost every single year I graduate, thus running an otherwise joyous occasion.  1998-8th grade, 2002-high school, 2006-undergrad.  Mercifully, the Canes took it that year. 2008-nursing school.  I'm in grad school now, with plans to graduate in 2012.  Please Wings, NOT this one...).

One time hating the Red Wings is neither inconvenient nor inopportune?  How about when some inventive Sharks fan, (who you can and should Like on Facebook) crafts an absolutely brilliant costume-representation of the unfortunate, Jaws-like demise of a Red Wings fan.

 

Much better video available at NHL.com

Life is good...

HUGE props to Rogue Shark.

-Shaela

Something Old (Me), Something New (Football Players)

You know you're getting old when you no longer have a grasp on the "the next big name" on NFL Draft Day.  Five (sigh) years removed from undergrad, I found myself completely LOST this year.

"Cam Newton...that QB from Auburn?  The guy who changed schools like 20 times (okay, yeah, three.  I exaggerate) and has a brother with a bribing problem?  That guy?" (::Enter sad flashback in which I remember Auburn beating Oregon in this year's BCS Championship game::  Yep, forgot that for a second too).

"Hmm...Broncos take Von Miller.  Well, none of my Broncos-fanatic friends seem all that unhappy about it.  And God knows we need a good outside linkbacker.  But A&M?!  Ugh..."

"Nate Solder, eh?  Hm, well, he's A CU boy taken in the first round.  That doesn't happen very often..."

NFL Draft Day used to be like a holiday for me (not a major one, mind you.  Kind of like Flag Day).  Shrug off past-season's failure (and if you're a Broncos fan like I am, there was a lot of failure to shrug off), welcome the new guy, start hoping he's your missing piece, shamelessly envision the next Lombardi (I actually really don't do that last part.  Seems like too much of a jinx to me).

Not this year, friends.  This year, I was completely caught off guard.  I forgot (FORGOT) it was draft day.  In fact, this year, about the only thing I knew for sure was that the Broncos were picking second. 

What. Has. Happened to me?!

I was never totally on top of the NCAA.  I follow college football occasionally, always making sure to watch the BSC Championship, and I always fill out a March Madness Bracket (whole lotta good that did me this year).  Other than that, it's pro sports, pro sports, pro sports...

...but around the NFL Draft, I start doing homework, like a good little sports-freak.  I read about possible draft picks, track down YouTube footage, examine 'expert' opinions.

The NFL Draft rarely catches me off guard but this year...well...

Don't worry.  I'm embarrassed for myself :(

-Shaela

Thursday, April 28, 2011

"OT made me do it..."

Oh you silly Canucks and your WINNING...

Isn't it funny what one in a million cameras will catch?  Like this tender moment between Ryan Kesler and Henrik Sedin.

Cute right?

Seriously though, I really could not care less what men do in sports-celebration (ah, to a point...).  I have brothers and guy friends.  I've seen and heard things that either shattered any illusions I had about normalcy, scarred me for life, or forever changed the person I am today.

You gotta give it to em though...these guys deserved to celebrate.  I mean, c'mon: After blowing a 3-0 series lead in Round 1, they finally tamed the curse that is the Chicago Blackhawks (now if only the Cubs could tame the curse that is...being the Cubs) in Game 7.  I can't say I'm happy for the Canucks, but I am happy for the guys who were on the ice in Canucks jerseys (if that makes sense).  It sucks to have a team who always owns your ass.  Getting past that team is like Christmas, your birthday, and a winning lotto ticket all rolled into one.  Hell, I would have probably kissed a teammate full on the lips if we'd ever beaten Homestead's swim team.  But we never did.  Not even close.  So squash those fantasies...

 There's just something about this picture though...something I can't quite put my fing...

 ...Oh right, it looks a bit familiar...


I hate to break it to you Henrik, but, as much as it pains me to say this, Rob Pattinson is prettier than you...

...and Kesler, you ain't got nothing on Kristen Stewart.

Take down that Twilightesque hockey team up north, Nashville...

-Shaela



Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Second Ballad of Two Game 7s

This is what happens when finals and a booked TiVo happen during two Game 7s:

Thanks to American Idol and America's Next Top Model (not my shows...) and exactly one television with a cable jack in our 100 year old house, this is how I spent Two Game 7s Night - Round Two.  A lot of hockey jammed onto a MacBook screen, eh?

(Notice my lame attempt at completing a gigantic group project while two fantastic hockey games are in progress.  FAIL)

Do you have any idea how disappointing it is to be shoved off the Stanley Cup Playoffs by Tyra Banks and wanna-be singers.  This must be how sports-fanatic men feel when their non-sports loving women want to go to...say...the ballet during the Super Bowl. 

If the ballet were fieerrccee and made ones ears bleed...

I managed to see bits and pieces of two games and wrote exactly three pages on my intervention section for Planning.  Just enough to get my fix and just enough to procrastinate on my (horrifically failed, miserable) group project. 

I wish we had more than one TV in this house.  For playoffs.  Otherwise...meh (I'm learning more and more that I don't watch 'normal people TV.  That includes you, The Office).

Pens out, Habs out.  At least the East is doing it right...(damn West).

Hats off to both teams.  Dan Bylsma deserves a LOT of credit for getting the Pens into the first round without Crosby and Malkin.  And the Habs...I really thought there were times they were going to send the B's packing.  (Almost did...)

-Shaela