NHL Grab Bag: Rask’s Wipeout Wasn’t Even the Sixth-Funniest Thing in Hockey this Week
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Welcome to a weekly blog post of thoughts and observations from the past few days and/or decades of NHL hockey.
The Three Stars of Comedy
Recognizing the three moments or personalities from around the league that produced the most comedic fodder for fans this week.
The third star: Zach Boychuk
If you’d been waived and claimed three separate times in one season, what would you do? Sulk? Complain? Feel sorry for yourself? If you went with “find people making fun of you on Twitter and send them funny response,” you are Zach Boychuk.
The second star: Bruins assistant coach Geoff Ward and noted slob Tyler Seguin
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The video of what appears to be Ward casually tossing his malfunctioning ear piece over his shoulder and directly into the beer of a confused fan was great. The reveal that the flying object was actually Seguin’s smelling salts was somehow better.
The first star: Dustin Penner
After careful consideration I’ve decided not to visit the White House today for political reasons LOL JK I’m not an idiot!Free trip? I’m in!
— Dustin Penner (@Dustinpenner25) March 26, 2013
Oh snap, Tim Thomas, you just got owned! (Note to Tim Thomas: That’s just a figure of speech. Nobody actually owns you. You remain a free man, with all the rights and liberties that the Constitution guarantees you. Please don’t start throwing canned goods at me.)
What Is the Hockey World Pretending to Be Outraged About Now?
Nothing makes hockey folks happier than being outraged about something relatively unimportant. Each week, we’ll pick one topic fans are complaining about and try to figure out if the anger is justified.
Wait, wait, wait. Everyone hold on a second.
OK, I know this is the 10th grab bag and at this point, we’ve basically settled into a template, but can I take a quick timeout here? We have a situation. This was an unusually funny week in the NHL, and I feel like we need to call an audible and rework things.
This is entirely unprecedented, but this week had so much hockey comedy that I think we need to double up. Who’s with me? Let’s play two!
The Three Other Stars of Comedy
Recognizing the three additional moments or personalities from around the league that produced the most comedic fodder for fans this week.
The third star: Roberto Luongo
Let’s just say the NHL’s best Twitter follow may be getting a little antsy with the whole never-ending trade saga thing. I’ll set it up, he’ll knock it down.
The second star: Mr. T
You’re all like “What? Mr. T? But he’s not a hockey player!” And then I’m all like “I pity you, fool!” And then you’re all like “Actually, demographically speaking, I might be too young to get that reference and may not even know who Mr. T is.” And then I’m all like “I feel old and sad and am going to drink all this scotch.” So anyway, this happened.
The first star: Eugene Melnyk and his team of forensic doctors
The Senators owner has always been a little bit … [searches for polite term for “completely insane”] … eccentric, but this week he took it to the next level. Remember last month when Matt Cooke sliced Erik Karlsson’s Achilles on a play that everyone else in the world thought was accidental? Melnyk thinks it was intentional, and this week he revealed that he apparently has a team of forensic doctors on the case. Once this completely impartial investigation is complete, he plans to provide the results directly to Gary Bettman, who will no doubt thank him politely while desperately trying to avoid eye contact. Melnyk didn’t mention whether his team of CSI doctors were working in a secret underground laboratory at one of his islands shaped like a skull, but I think we all know that they are.
Phew. OK, thanks. Sorry about throwing everything off, I just felt like it needed to be done this week. And we didn’t even get to the politician who got smeared as a Habs fan or Tuukka Rask’s wipeout or Bruins fans reacting to the Iginla swerve or Darryl Sutter’s face when Obama did the soccer ball bounce.
It was a good week. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
What Is the Hockey World Pretending to Be Outraged About Now?
Nothing makes hockey folks happier than being outraged about something relatively unimportant. Each week, we’ll pick one topic fans are complaining about and try to figure out if the anger is justified.
The issue: Some fans in places like Winnipeg and Edmonton are booing their own teams.
The outrage: You can’t boo your own team! Fans are there to support the home team, not make things worse when things are going badly.
Is it justified? No, and not just because of the clichéd “fans pay a lot of money, they can do what they want” line that players are trained to spout whenever this happens.
It generally takes a lot for fans to boo an entire team (as opposed to an individual player, which often really doesn’t make any sense). It’s rarely because of one game or even one streak. If anything, Oilers fans have shown remarkable patience by not booing the team every night for the past few years.
Although they might get lost on the details sometimes, fans are pretty good at picking up on larger patterns, and when they decide to turn en masse against the home side, it’s usually for a good reason. And a booing fan is always better than a silent one. Fans who boo still care. When the booing stops, that’s when you worry.
Obscure Former Player of the Week
NHL history is filled with legendary players whose stories are passed down from generation to generation. This is not one of those players.
With just a few days before the deadline and every hockey fan spending each waking hour talking about trades, this week’s obscure player really couldn’t be anybody else but Mike Sillinger.
Sillinger was a first-round pick in 1990 who played 17 seasons as a reasonably skilled defensive forward. But his claim to fame is holding the all-time NHL record for most times being traded, at nine (or 10, depending on how you count the time he was traded twice in the same three-way deal). Sillinger switched teams midseason eight times, including six times around the trade deadline.
I mean, look at that row of sweaters and numbers at the top of his Hockey-Reference page. That is a thing of beauty. I’ve owned computers in my lifetime that couldn’t display that many colors at one time.
He ended up playing for a grand total of 12 teams. In one of my favorite pieces of random trivia, Sillinger’s list of employers includes seven different teams that didn’t even exist when he made his NHL debut.
Side note: According to Hockey-References’s similarity scores, the third-most similar player to Mike Sillinger in NHL history is last week’s obscure player, Mush March. I don’t know what this means, but it feels important.
Great Hockey Debates
In which we employ the Socratic method in an attempt to settle the issues that have long plagued hockey fans.
This week’s debate: Should you create a fake media account on Twitter and use it to mess with people on trade deadline day?
In Favor: Hey, that might actually be pretty funny.
Opposed: No it wouldn’t.
In Favor: Like, I could find some famous media guy and use his photo and change one letter of his name so it looked the same, and then I could post a bunch of fake trades and people would get confused and retweet them and then I’d—
Opposed: [Immediately beats In Favor to death with a shovel while a gathering crowd cheers enthusiastically.]
The Final Verdict: Seriously, do not even think about doing this. The rest of us are bringing our shovels.
Trivial NHL-Related Annoyance of the Week
In which I will complain about things that probably only matter to me.
Being a GM is super-hard, you guys!
Which you already knew, of course, because at this time of year we’re reminded of it constantly. We’re told that the salary cap has made it really hard to make trades, that there are too many teams still in the hunt, and that the days of even semi-interesting trade deadlines is long gone. Any GM who gets near a microphone these days will immediately start bleating about how tough it is to do their job.
Never mind that 29 out of 30 teams will be able to take on more than $5 million in cap hits by the deadline. Never mind that the league passed a new “salary trading” rule specifically to make it easier to make trades. Never mind that many of the teams pretending they’re still in the playoff race are not, in fact, anywhere near the playoff race. No trades for you!
Look, NHL general managers, we are the hockey fans of the world and we’re only going to say this once: We demand trades. And we know what that means: bleary-eyed players stumbling onto midnight cross-continental flights; wives left behind to manage the remnants of a broken home; small children tearfully saying good-bye to school friends they will never see again. And as fans, trust me when I say we are all completely fine with this. So you having to put in a few hours of overtime this week isn’t going to faze us.
We want our trade deadline frenzy. Stop with the whining and start making phone calls, transaction monkeys.
The Week’s Most Depressing CapGeek Page
In which we select one page on CapGeek.com and stare at it while a single tear rolls down our cheeks.
This week’s depressing CapGeek page is the site’s “Rental Finder” feature, which I didn’t even know existed until just now. It’s a brilliant concept: a list of NHL players who are unrestricted free agents after this season and play for a team that is not occupying a playoff spot.
So how could such a cool idea be considered depressing? Well, because … just look at that list. Yikes. In a league where rentals make up a big chunk of the deadline-day action, this year’s list isn’t exactly a murderers’ row of talent. It’s basically Mike Ribeiro and a bunch of guys who are going to get traded for a conditional fifth-round pick.
Our only hope is that Dallas decides to move Derek Roy and Jaromir Jagr, but that probably won’t happen because I don’t think the Penguins need those guys.
In related news, Mats Sundin does not believe that this page exists.
What Has Don Cherry Gone and Done Now?
Whether it’s Coach’s Corner, his regular media appearances, or a Twitter account that’s presumably meant to be performance art, Don Cherry is everywhere. What’s he been up to this week?
This week, Don Cherry appeared to soften his stance on the use of visors. While he’d spoken out against them and mocked players who chose to wear visors in the past, he now feels that they’re acceptable as long as the players wearing them don’t … um … sorry, I got distracted for a second.
[Starts reading.]
… “black napa leather with gold fitting” … “a twill evening jacket with tuxedo lapels” … “a coat made of Persian lamb’s wool” … “leather jacket of red burgundy with gold military buttons” …
Hey! You back off, Buzz Bissinger! That is Don Cherry’s schtick. There is only room in the sports world for one notorious old blowhard who wears outrageous clothing. You Americans already stole basketball and Phil Hartman, you will not have this!
[Keeps reading. Stares at screen in increasing horror. Closes laptop, then spends an hour gazing blankly at a nearby wall in confusion.]
OK, that’s it, I am never making fun of Don Cherry’s wardrobe ever again.
[Writes that down on a piece of paper. Folds it neatly. Places it in a folder labeled “Promises I have zero intention of keeping.”]
Awesome and/or Horrific Old YouTube Clip of the Week
In addition to being a great source of adorable pets and functionally illiterate commenters, YouTube is a gold mine for old hockey clips. Each week we find one and break it down in way too much detail.
This week we travel back to March 5, 1988, for a game between the Canadiens and the Kings at the old L.A. Forum. The Habs are riding a seven-game win streak and are facing a struggling Kings squad, and it’s late in the first period when … well, this happens.
• My god. This is terrible. This may be the single cruelest thing I’ve ever seen done to a fellow living creature. Just disgraceful. How can somebody be responsible for something like this and still be able to live with themselves?
• But enough about the Kings uniforms, let’s talk about the chicken.
• So yes, somebody threw a live chicken on the ice during an NHL game, which makes octopi and waffles seem sort of tame. Even stranger, for some reason the officials don’t see fit to blow the whistle for an extended period even though there is a live animal wandering around the playing surface. You’d think the rule book would cover that, no?
• OK, I’m going to pause here so we can all get our “victim of fowl play” jokes out of our system. Everyone ready? Go.
• [Waits three hours.]
• No? Still not enough time?
• [Waits six more hours.]
• And we’re done.
• So … we don’t want to talk about the stains on the ice, right? I didn’t think so. No good can come from that. When an animal starts making brownish-yellow stains all over the floor, there are only a few possibilities in play and none of them are good. Right, so we’re all agreed, let’s just pretend we don’t see them. NOBODY TALK ABOUT THE STAINS!
• “Some type of a scarf or a flag?” Come on, Jim Fox, that is quite clearly a cape. A cape in the team colors, I might add.
• The obvious question is how somebody managed to get a live chicken into a hockey game in the first place. Inside a sack, apparently. And, as the police officer quoted in the article helpfully explains, it’s not actually against the law to carry a chicken around in a bag at a sporting event. Do with this information what you will.
• Seriously, that whole article is a masterpiece. I can’t decide which line I like more. I think it’s down to “Apparently he wasn’t happy with how the Kings were playing, which is understandable” or “The bird is evidence.”
• They put the chicken in a bucket. Oh, very subtle. I guess a deep fryer would have seemed cruel.
• Finally, because I’m sure you want to know, here’s the official box score for this game. Stephane Richer and Bernie Nicholls each had four points, setting the record for most players to record four points in a game in which a chicken wearing a purple cape gets thrown on the ice, which most experts agree is unlikely to ever be broken.
Oh, and if you’re wondering whether Don Cherry made a joke about how the chicken “looks like a new Swedish draft pick” … well, of course he did.
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