Theodore was ruined by this city. And Price is getting ruined. His confidence. How much pedestal and pillory can a person take?
Hockey is the home and hallmark of the unskilled athlete. In no sport (except perhaps baseball) can the pugilist non-athlete survive for so long. Granted things have changed, are changing and certainly look very different from 1975. Hell, from 1995.
Kostopoulos. Scuffle. He gets punched by Kessel. Kosto punched him first. Thomas glides backward butt first to protect and separate. It’s comical. It works. But Kosto finds Lucic instead. On the glass behind the net.
Bill Parcells once said (and I’m paraphrasing) “They’re not rooting for us, they’re rooting for the jersey.” Parcells who is a Jersey guy and who began his head-coaching career in the NFL in the early eighties with the New York Giants, knows about fan loyalty and its opposite. No crowd is tougher than a New [
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If the code is optional, maybe we should just accept that fighting as a way for the game to police itself has lost its integrity. Its followers can't even observe their own rules. Perhaps it's time for this ageing and addled institution to retire.
This team is nothing without Mats Sundin. Those Toronto fans and media who criticized him for not waiving his no-trade at last year's trade deadline were a factor in his deciding to leave. Goose and the golden egg.
Islanders take another penalty. Blake Comeau. He hit Kostitsyn from behind. Could have been a payback hit but it looked chicken cheap. Strutting tough in the barnyard.
Is it unfair that a team can slack or underperform for most or half or let’s just say “a lot” of a season and still win a championship? Seems unfair, doesn’t it? It’s like a Gen X employee paying his dues, shining shoes, kissing up, taking inelegant orders then rising to the station of “lick [
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Old-school refs. Just making things even. Huet exaggerates the hit, too. Falls like a dehydrated, lunging elephant. Legit call, though.
Price then makes another very good stop. This time a low-ball special that requires a quick trap. In fact, Price’s on the knees positioning is looking especially improved. More crab and more horizontal. He is working on his game and it shows.
This line is heart and pulse. Half-moon turn and standing backhand control shown by Tanguay at the tip top of the high slot. Then Koivu shows some of his own circular in the neutral zone. Ligne Internationale. Flags flap. More goals to follow.
Sergei is also back. And he's with his best linemate match this season. His older brother. Andrei is flying from the word go. There is nothing like playing with his younger brother for the reserved Belarusian.
It isn’t the 100th anniversary expected next rising chapter in a team’s rise to greatness. Montreal can still make it out of the East. Even by playing the inconsistent, simultaneously desperate and indifferent brand they play. All the way out of the East. To the Stanley Cup Final. It won’t be inevitable. No juggernaut “thoom!”. [
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Do the math. It's the sport that least rewards good play.
This is not a hockey cyborg, a one-dimensional, nose-to-the-grindstone personality. He is a great player, a skilled hockey offensive threat who has worked hard to develop his great stick-handling, passing and shooting abilities. These are not the natural gifts of an easy biological inheritance. What nature did give him was great speed and strength (and this 35-year old kid works hard at that, too).
Critics point to Schneider's age and durability. Those same critics were proved wrong with Brisebois' recent 07-08 return to the club.
Tonight the scoreboard isn't enough. (It's never enough). Tonight the scoreboard doesn't show ...
... a team with pride peaking. A coach with his palm preach shading. A group of young lions nipped older. A phalanx of older lions found faster. An ageing, elegant warrior harnessing fierce fires of a white star 'c'.
I thought true hockey fans wanted to see quality hockey. If a fan of a bad team wants to see more games featuring their team, hey, that's what the NHL Centre Ice Package is for.
However, if one is going to make the rash claims of "greatest ever" one must be prepared to talk about "ever"(
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And Patrick Roy was not the greatest ever. He was just the latest-greatest And even that is debatable (
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