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How Perception Can Save the Money that Reality Can’t

Good news for the injured Max Pacioretty of the Montreal Canadiens. The player who took that devastating hit from Boston’s gigantic Zdeno Chara and rammed into the stanchion that separates the benches at the Bell Centre is getting healthy quicker than anyone thought. Word out of Montreal on Thursday was that Pacioretty might be able to return for the playoffs. No doubt everyone is happy about that.

However, also on Thursday at the Bell Centre, workers were putting padding around the stanchion that he rammed into, in hopes that the next player who hits it won’t be quite as injured as Pacioretty was. How dumb is that?

Padding? On a metal stanchion that is rock solid and will not move? Seriously?

With all the technology we have, is it not possible to create a separator between the benches that would release at the bottom if someone rammed into it? Kind of like the magnets on the nets. Perhaps it could be on a spring so it wouldn’t separate, but have significant give just the same.

I don’t agree with Don Cherry that often but a couple of Saturdays ago when he ranted about the safety of the league’s arenas, he was not wrong. There are so many places in a hockey rink where a “clean” hit or even an inadvertent hit can result in a serious injury. Pacioretty hit one of those places at the Bell Centre the night he broke his neck.

Frankly, until the arenas become safer, all the post-injury penalties are pretty much worthless.

But what the heck? In this media-crazed era of world history, the truth isn’t about reality, it’s about perception and if the NHL can convince the mainstream media that it’s trying to do something to lower the likelihood that a player will get a brain injury — by handing out a severe penalty AFTER a player gets a brain injury —  that’s good enough, I guess.

It’s certainly more economical than spending a whole pile of money to alter those expensive arenas.

Three things rattling around in my cranium…

Yet again, after a hard day at the radio/internet/selling/consulting/newspaper grind, here are three things banging inside my gray matter…

 

(1) In the end, the Minnesota Vikings just didn’t have enough offence on Sunday. Defensively, the Vikings were not embarrassed in that 26-14 loss to the Philadelphia Eagles, but on offence, quarterback Tarvaris Jackson just couldn’t get it done. 

 

However, in fairness, his receivers didn’t do much to get open, and that’s probably because Jackson had virtually no time to throw. On Sunday, the Vikings mediocre offensive line didn’t even reach mediocrity. Jackson went 15-for-35 For 164 yards, no touchdowns and an interception. On Monday and Tuesday, all the pundits in the Twin Cities were calling for his head.

 

And that’s fine, but if the Vikings don’t fix the right side of the offensive line and don’t find a better left tackle than Bryant (Where’d he go?) McKinnie, it won’t matter if the Vikings make a trade to get Peyton Frickin’ Manning next season. Before poor Jackson got set on Sunday, his pocket had already collapsed. That offensive line was embarrassing.

 

Still, overall, it was a good season for the Vikes. Brad Childress isn’t much of a coach and while his offensive line is terrible and his defensive secondary is thin, it’s apparent you can build an offence around Adrian Peterson and Chester Taylor. There might be a future yet.

 

(2) Happy to see Canada beat Sweden 5-1 in the gold medal final at the 2009 IIHF World Junior Men’s Hockey Championship. Somewhat disturbed to see the Swedes live up to every Don Cherry stereotype.

 

I really thought, after Thomas Steen, Nick Lidstrom, Johan Franzen, Tomas Holmstrom, Mats Sundin and Peter Forsberg, that whole “Chicken Swede” thing had gone the way of the dinosaurs. After Monday night’s Canada-Sweden junior final, however, Cherry’s jingoistic rants about “Euro-hockey” might have been true.

 

If your goalie dives whenever someone comes within three strides of his crease and when your players spend every stoppage of play checking for blood, you’ve regressed back to the days when Swedish hockey players were so frightened of Canadians they almost always seemed on the verge of filing assault charges.

 

Sadly, the real gold medal final at the World Junior was Saturday night’s Canada-Russia semi. That was a great game featuring the two best teams in the tournament.

 

(3) Why is it, whenever I turn on a hockey game on Canadian television, I get Mike Milbury? Milbury is a Yank who singlehandedly destroyed the New York Islanders franchise, now he’s telling Canadians how the game should be played. Thank gawd for the mute button.

 

To make matters worse this week, former Detroit Lions president and franchise destroyer Matt Millen is now a TV football analyst and on Monday, he told the New York Times that he liked his new job. He also told the Times, he didn’t regret one thing about his eight seasons ruining the Detroit Lions and if he had to do it over again, he’d do it exactly the same way. That’s a moronic statement.

 

Sadly, that’s what passes for a TV football analyst these days.

 

Again, thank gawd for the mute button. 

CBC to drop Canada’s “second national anthem” along with Bob Cole. Sad.

It seems that nobody likes old stuff anymore and I can certainly understand that, especially when it comes to my kids. They’re 24 and 26 and they still roll their eyes when I talk about the good ol’ days of the 1960s when we got our hockey from Ward Cornell, Brian McFarlane, Danny Gallivan, Keith Dancey and the father and son Hewitts.

 

So yeah, I have to admit, I’m an old school kind of guy.

 

I love two things about CBC’s hockey coverage and only two things: The theme music and Bob Cole. Sadly, the rest of it just isn’t as good as it used to be and, frankly, these days I’ll take TSN’s or NBC’s hockey coverage over CBC every single time.

 

Five years ago, I never would have said that. Never would have thought it.

 

But now, the CBC’s claim to the top is under siege — from within as well as from without.

 

While I’d still rather listen to Bob Cole than Mike Emrick (and I don’t mind Mike Emrick), Greg Millen makes me yell at the television (so does TSN’s Glenn Healy so it must be a goalie thing). He talks just to talk. I’m sure he knows he’s not saying anything of any value, but I guess he figures he gets paid to talk so he’s going to talk. He’s the mute button waiting to be clicked. 

 

CBC hasn’t admitted it publicly yet, but all indications are, they’re about to limit Cole’s participation in the telecasts. They’re cutting the wrong guy. 

 

Then there is Don Cherry and Ron MacLean. What’s with that? MacLean is still an outstanding broadcaster, but his sidekick has come unhinged. The Gary-Roberts-is-all-that thing during the playoffs just made you want to call the Canadian Board of Television Relevance (if there is a CRTC out there as it’s rumoured there is, there might as well be a CBTR). The guy played nine minutes a game and hit nothing but the boards. He doesn’t score anymore, can’t handle the puck and was virtually invisible if you watched the NBC telecasts (maybe NBC telecasts a different game from a parallel universe???). But to Cherry and the CBC, Roberts was Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin and Jordan Staal all rolled into one. 

 

Meanwhile, ol’ Don ignored Crosby and most of the Red Wings for reasons known only to him. It’s kind of sad to watch a once-intriguing ex-hockey-coach-turned-broadcaster collapse into his own personal grievances. And the “I-was-only-doing-it-to-help-the-kid,” take on his own criticisms of Crosby sounded a tad disingenuous.

 

Remember when Cherry hit MacLean with an elbow pad a couple of years ago. MacLean needs to return the favour.  

 

Perhaps my kids are right. Perhaps things just get old and Hockey Night in Canada is old. Maybe, what they’re doing here is just trying to get younger. 

 

And if you need more proof, consider this little nugget: The CBC has decided that it’s probably going to drop it’s Hockey Night in Canada theme music because it, evidently, doesn’t like paying a $500 per game fee to the still-living composer in order to claim the rights. This is the same network that pays Cherry and MacLean about a million dollars a year between them to make us crave NBC and TSN, but don’t like the idea of giving $30,000 a year to the woman who created their identity. But hey, it’s taxpayers money, CBC obviously has a mandate to do what it pleases.

 

At first, I lamented CBC’s decision to dump the theme and then I thought, “Well if TSN has a collective brain bigger than a walnut, those folks will start sending cheques to the composer, Dolores Claman, and start using the theme themselves.” TSN’s broadcast crew is already better than CBC’s, they might just as well take the theme music — the best there is and, without argument, Canada’s second national anthem. 

 

Listen, I still love Coley and I don’t hit the mute button when Scott Oake comes on, but the rest of Hockey Night in Canada (don’t get me started on the Toronto Hot Stove) is a waste of good broadcast time. 

 

TSN has long been the superior telecast and now, with an expanded schedule of game coverage, Rogers SportsNet’s pretty extensive coverage of the two Alberta teams and Shaw’s NHL Centre Ice, there is a good chance we all just might forget CBC’s Hockey Night in Canada ever existed.

 

Despite the officials’ odd calls and the media’s cheers, Wings on the verge of Stanley Cup. Game 4: Detroit 2, Pittsburgh 1.

Congratulations to referees Mark Joannette and Brad Watson. It was apparent from the opening faceoff that if Joannette and Watson could get the Pittsburgh Penguins enough power play opportunities, the Pens could win Game 4 of the Stanley Cup final and send the series back to Detroit all even at 2-2.

 

So Joannette and Watson did their jobs. Dallas Drake, Brian Rafalski, Kris Draper, Brett Lebda and Johan Franzen were all sent to the penalty box in the first period. Sure, their infractions were penalties — well, sort of — but the fact that most of the stuff was going both ways didn’t have any effect on the officials’ inexorable march toward complete homerism.

 

Sadly — what happens in these situations as often as as not — the Pens didn’t co-operate. Even though only three Penguins were penalized (gotta make it look good, right?), the game was still tied 1-1 after 20 minutes. Sure, Pittsburgh got that big power-play goal to open the scoring, but somehow, at even strength, Nicklas Lidstrom tied it. Damn that even strength.

 

Now, let’s be fair, the officials certainly couldn’t be criticized. After all, they bought into the media hype. They bought into the league’s apparent delight in having Pittsburgh tie up the series (a delight created by the mainstream media). They even bought into hockey’s latest myth — which is Gary Roberts according to Don Cherry. Heck, Joannette and Watson even gave the Penguins a two-man advantage for a minute and 26 seconds in the third period!. That’s unheard of in a Stanley Cup playoff game. 

 

Didn’t matter. The Red Wings were just too good. Detroit won Game 4, 2-1 on Saturday night. Despite fewer power-plays and NO two-man advantages, the Wings outshot Pittsburgh 30-23 and even outhit the bigger, younger Pens 35-33.

 

Even though Detroit had eight minor penalties to Pittsburgh’s five in the first, even though the Pens had a long two-man advantage in the third, it didn’t matter. Even on the other guy’s ice, the Red Wings were just too good.

 

The Pens had everything going for them on Saturday: Home ice advantage, a place where they’d won nine straight in the playoffs; an international mainstream media that was virtually leading their cheers; a coach who had been given hours of meeting time with the NHL’s brass so he could whine about obstruction calls; more power play opportunities (6-3); and even Sidney Crosby (the NHL’s real “latest myth”).

 

And still they couldn’t outplay a President’s Trophy-winning Red Wings team that is destined to win the Cup. 

 

Again, I couldn’t care less who wins this thing (Detroit? Pittsburgh? Doesn’t affect my life), but after awhile, this media cheerleading for the Penguins has become annoying. C’mon guys. 

 

In Game 3, Marc-Andre Fleury was spectacular and Crosby was out there almost by himself. No question, those were brilliant performances. 

 

But in every other aspect of Game 3, Detroit was clearly the better team. There was really no reason to believe that Pittsburgh was suddenly going to get back in the series. Crosby got away from Draper et al and scored twice and Fleury stood on his head, but that was it. Evgeni Malkin was invisible (again). The Pittsburgh defence was confused. This “awesome” forecheck and “fearsome” hitting (the media’s words) got them a meagre 24 shots and they were barely in the game in the third period.

 

Saturday night, despite every reason to believe the Penguins had been handed a playoff game on a platter by two officials who really got caught up in the hype, Pittsburgh fell at home. Now, in four playoff games, Detroit has outshot the Penguins 134-88 (36-19, 34-22, 34-24, 30-23).

 

Everybody likes a good story and the Pittsburgh Penguins are a good story. But if you like a good (great?) hockey team, the Detroit Red Wings proved how good they were despite all odds on Saturday night.