Thursday, January 10, 2008

Darryl -- We Hardly Knew Ye


Of course, I shouldn't be writing tonight. There are probably 12 things more important that I should be doing. One of which is sleeping since I only managed about 5 hours last night because of the late night game. But I couldn't help sitting down to vent.

So it happens again -- I find a player who I look forward to watching progress on the team, and while my back is turned, he's voted off the island. Such is the case with one tough player who will be able to say he had that proverbial "cup of coffee" with the NY Islanders. I can't even find the date of my post when Darryl Bootland was thrust upon the Blog Box crew and made an instant impression on me. I later came to find out it was just that "Scorpio thing" we do. It's like a secret underground society and we just all seem to recognize each other. (When I owned a bar, I had annual "Scorpio" parties for all those friends of mine born under the same sign. We also had our own saying: "Whose better than us? Nobody!" But I digress.)

It was after 5 pm when my Blog Box buddie, Tom Liodice (and fellow Scorpio I might add!) sent me the news as gently as possible. "You're not going to like this." with a link to the trade information. "Shall I bring tissues?" A very kind gesture, but not necessary this time.

Bootlad was amicable and friendly even though his role seemed to be enforcer. ITV did a feature on him at the Police Academy in Yaphank. I remember speaking with Josh when they had filmed it. He was worried he was going to be shipped out before the feature even had time to be uploaded. He was shipped to Bridgeport and probably never did see the Islander Illustrated magazine issue with his photo on the cover either.

This is the hard part of this business. I can't imagine it's easy to suddenly be told "See ya!" I will never be able to comprehend the emotional roller-coaster that must ensue. I suppose they are prepared for it -- Maybe.

Good luck Darryl. Drop by any time.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Sleepwalking

I think that's what we'll all be doing tomorrow. As I said before, I don't like the west coast trips. The late starts throw me all off. It disrupts my routine and makes it difficult to function.

Certainly, I still maintain my "game day" traditions of wardrobe choices: Blue, orange, white. All 82 game days, you can always tell the Islanders are playing simply by looking at what I have on. I'm like a walking game calendar when I walk into work and ask, "What day is it??" I wait for the answer that at this point in the season is almost an auto-response. "Game day." Thank you. It would be easier if I were allowed to wear my jerseys to work, but I'm not, so I have to be creative.

The later game starts give me more time to have dinner and clean the kitchen, but keeping my eyes open seems to be the problem. Yesterday I made coffee at 9 pm and then regretted it by 10:30pm as they were losing and I was getting wired. I didn't need to be wide awake and dissapointed. I'm certain the team was too as they travelled on.

An even later start tonight from Vancouver, but I opted to see what black tea would do. Well, it's now 11:42 and I'm still awake, though not wired. Struggling with the desire to close my eyes, and my desire to see what the third period will bring. So far with 13:45 left in the 3rd, it's yet tied again, this time at 2.

Sadly, I know what tomorrow will bring. The alarm will sound at 6 am and I will be a miserable, sleepwalking zombie. The question is will I be a walking zombie with a smile on my face at two points gained so far from home? Or one wondering how I could be so foolish as to risk falling asleep at the wheel driving to work because I had to watch the third period.

Oh yes... the things we do for hockey. The only fact that makes me feel better is.... Right now there are 30 other people on NYIC that are foolish enough to be doing the same damn thing I am. Staying awake... yelling at the TV, and praying this damn game doesn't go into overtime. At least I won't wonder where I am when I wake up tomorrow morning. Providing I have enough energy to actually WAKE up in the morning.

Monday, January 7, 2008

What's Wrong with this Picture?



WHAT really is WRONG with this picture? This is Steve Downie, and he has no regard for his fellow NHLers. But then again, that's pretty easy to understand since he has spent most of his time in the OHL and the rest of the time... suspended. EJ Hradek called him a "gutless puke" today on NHL Live. I tend to agree. I think most sensible humans may tend to agree.

So what's really wrong? How does the NHL NOT hand out at least SOMETHING to this repeat offender who sucker punched a veteran NHLer? Damn good question, to which I have no answer. Is it because it was the officials' least favorite pest, Jason Blake, instead of Leafs great Mats Sundin that had to leave the ice so the NHL felt it could go without reprisal? Did Blake's eye have to leave the socket and fall at the officials feet in order for there to be at least SOME sort of punishment?

Sorry guys... I DON'T GET THIS ONE!!!! The Officials and the League have failed the NHLPA this time, IMO. This guy punched a player while he was being restrained. The officials restraining both players didn't do their job to protect BOTH players from further incident. Shouldn't the NHLPA have something to say about this? Isn't it THEIR job to protect their members?

Sure, this is another argument for repealing the instigator rule, but is that really the answer? Yes, it would have been nice to see one of the larger Leaf players play ping pong with Downie's head for the assault on Blake, but it didn't happen. Blake's face turned purple immediately and swelled up so bad he couldn't see out of that eye, (God knows if he lost the contact in it as well) all while Downie skated off to the box laughing.

I can only hope the Cosmos will find a way to even up the score. Because, what goes around, comes around. For additional comments and thoughts on this subject, check out Tom's Tiger Track Blog http://www.thetigertrack.com/

I hate the West Coast Road Trips: Not only because I'm not at the games, but because I have a hard time staying awake for them. So here it is, after 10 pm and I'm drinking coffee. Oh... the things I do for hockey. God Help Me

Sunday, January 6, 2008

The Air is Thin in Colorado


While Rockit and I were sitting in Panera’s yesterday, working on my new computer and designing a new blogspot page for me (Ok, he was working, I was drinking coffee looking over his shoulder), the topic of air quality in Denver and how it effects the players came up. (Is it "A"ffect or "E"ffect? I never get that one right!) Remembering all the games that I watched Blake spend a good amount of time doubled over, pale and panting made me wonder if HE just had a harder time adjusting (you know, ‘cause he is so much lower to the ground than everyone else.) or if it is more of a universal problem. I had posed the question earlier in the day to one of my media contacts and received just a one word answer. “Yes.” Since I actually had three questions in my email, one of which was ‘Am I over thinking things again?’, I figured it was just me reading into things too much once more.

Imagine my surprise when Deb Kaufman’s first intermission interview with Bruno Gervais related to ... How the altitude effected the team. I guess I wasn’t the only one wondering. During her next segment Deb went into red blood cell count and the need for water. This was far too much of a science lesson for me, so I continued to search the net while I watched the game from the comfort of my couch. There I found Corey Witt’s entry for the day in his NYI Media Blog with his second paragraph beginning with the sentence “The big talk of the morning skate was the altitude…”

AH HA!!!! So my attention to detail is correct! However one word responses can always be misconstrued, as it was, and I am vindicated.

Ricky and his bright white pads squeezed out one point but couldn’t capture the other. Sean had some great opportunities, but still remains with just that single goal on his stats. Jackman has a point for himself as the Islanders only goal scorer of the evening. And lastly, Jiggs calling the game just sounded so sweet. By the time B.A.M had returned from his higher calling at the Fire Department, they were already in the second period. He sat working with his laptop but listening to the game.

“No one calls a game like Jiggs. You don’t even have to watch. Everything is clear when he calls it. He was always the best. I miss him.” He thought for a moment. “Who’s missing?”

“Howie.” I told him. He obviously wasn’t looking at the TV because you could SEE Jiggs with Jaffe.

“I wish they could keep him. He’s the best there is.” And he’s right, as usual.

Ryan Smyth played “keep-away” with the media before last night’s game even basically dodging our own workhorse of a beat reporter. Certainly the questions that remain are hard, and the answers for the Islander faithful would be hard to swallow, but I look at it this way…. All Ryan’s answers were presented when he did his post game interview show with King and Mears in Dolan’s pub all those months ago. You can probably still catch it on ITV and see for yourself. The body language was unmistakable. While the crowd chanted wildly “Come Back Next YEAR!”, Ryan could not look at the crowd. Instead, he clutched his two children sitting on his lap as if it were a hostage situation and he was using them as human shields.

For him, I’m pretty sure it felt like a hostage situation. Edmonton, the place he loved and thought they loved him, had shipped him off unceremoniously. Unbefitting a play-through-anything hockey player, he wept openly for the cameras upon his airport departure. He did manage to pull himself together and be the professional he is throughout the balance of his tenure on the Island. But you could see it in his eyes and his face; he had only one thought ... Sticking it to Edmonton any way he possibly could. The Islanders were never part of his game plan, no matter how large a part he was in Garth’s game plan.

Sometimes you gamble and lose, but you have to be willing to take that gamble in the first place. I give Garth credit for that. Leave Smyth alone, his brief stay here will be just a footnote in Islander history. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. Problem is they may take a few years to cook.