Saturday, November 29, 2008

Ersberg Iceberg

I know I’ve posted too much this weekend, but its likely that this is the last weekend before the holiday in which I just get to sit around with my family and enjoy hockey…so indulge me won’t you? At least this one isn’t about the Wings…


Its been three years of following the Kings out of the corner of a jaded eye through red tinted sunglasses. Smug giggling as the boys in black and purple fell over the boards on a line change against the Wings in 2006 turned, in 2007, to a cautious realization that I was starting to remember names and beginning to feel for this struggling young team. And now in 2008, I actually watch this growing team show poise and character with interest and hope.


This Kings team is playing exciting hockey and its fun to watch especially when you’re not totally vested in the win or the individual players. Reminds me of the early 1990’s when we Detroiters watched a young Steve Yzerman the quietest Nic Lids, a babyfaced Chris Osgood, a funny, cocky misunderstood Sergei Fedorov and the shyest Slave Kozlov all grow into the league’s finest.


Nooooooooo, I’m not making any comparisons here. AT ALL. There will never be another team like the Wings of the 1990’s. They were amazing and perfect and the very best. There will never be another team with as much talent, heart, courage, faith, teamwork, fight, drive, and desire as my 1990’s Wings. I don’t care what you say, it’s a closed case. Unless you mean the Red Wings of these 2000s… then yes well yes, you may have a point.


But watching a young team grow, like a colt getting its legs, is exciting and heartwarming. Especially in a town where such growth and talent is largely unappreciated. What can I say, I’m a sucker for an underdog.


So as I sit waiting for my beloved Red Wings game to start in just under a half hour I am finding myself delighted that the Kings are leading the Blackhawks 5-2. I’m starting to just adore Doughty, Kopitar and Brown. Not the way I love my Red Wings, who are like my own family, but more like the way you care about the kids in your neighborhood.


And while Doughty, as I have said, is really impressing me with his maturity and solid play- well beyond his 18 years, its a young swede once more catching my eye. My favorite King is fast becoming Erik Ersberg.



How Swede It Is


Ersberg’s path to the NHL was a bit unusual. He came to the Kings from the Elitserien (Swedish Elite League) in 2007. Ersberg was considered a late bloomer as he didn’t play at the national level in his junior or youth years.


However by the time he turned 24 he was nominated for Elitserien Rookie of the Year in 2006-2007, and won the Elitserien League’s Goalie of the Year in 2007. Despite such success he wasn’t ever drafted into the NHL. Instead, he was hand picked by the Kings in 2007, likely the result of Mr. Lombardi’s proven ability to see that European talent is out there.


Turns out to have been a shrewd move. When isn’t it where a Swede is involved?


As of November 25th Ersberg was ranked 4th in the league with a 1.98 GAA and 10 straight starts. (After a tough 6-2 loss to the Flames, He’s now 11th with a 2.32 GAA, numbers that should turn up a bit better after the 5-2 win against Chicago today).


Having had the last 10 starts for the Kings, He’s quickly showing up as a very solid netminder, who stands on his head, especially when his defense shows up.


Tonight he made a fantastic glove save off a close range wrist shot from Patrick Kane. It was a thing of beauty that made me gasp. And he got a solid 5-2 win, particularly appropriate since just last year he made his NHL debut against the Chicago Blackhawks. No doubt he had something to prove tonight.


Ersberg lost that February 2008 debut against Chicago 6-5 in overtime (after being called in to replace LaBarbera, and stopping 19 of 20 saves).


He then got his very first shutout in the NHL on March 6, 2008. A very impressive NHL debut week indeed. Since then he has played clean up for the streaky LaBarbera.


While he’s not yet considered the Kings’ Starting Goalie yet. You watch, you wait. Its coming.


Ersberg is the real deal folks. I have 5-2 odds says he could drop Dicaprio and Winslet quicker than you can say:


“It’s so cold.”

Post game update: Ersberg held his lead, and got the third star of the game- Great Job Kiddo, I am looking forward to following your career. You are gonna make some great waves in this league. Now its time for the Marquee game…On to my Wings!


Originally Posted on Saturday November 29, 2008 @ 08:02 PM EST at

http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/24683

All I Want for Christmas is a Healthy Team

It’s a bit early, I know. But given the state of the NHL right now, it seems like this is the holiday song we all ought to be singing this Holiday Season:

On the first page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 1 undisclosed injury

On the second page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 2 nasty flu bugs

On the third page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 3 back spasms

On the fourth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 4 seasons ending

On the fifth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 5 broken legs

On the sixth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 6 strained abdominals

On the seventh page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 7 Groins pulled leaping

On the eight page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 8 ankles sprained

On the ninth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 9 upper body injuries

On the tenth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 10 concussions nursing

On the eleventh page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 11 shoulder surgeries

On the twelfth page of the Injury Report the NHL gave to me 12 ACLs blown

As of November 29, 2009, these numbers are freakishly accurate (there are more “upper body injuries” but we are almost 99 44/100% accurate with the rest.)

Here are the top 5 most banged up teams as of 11/29 according to CBS sports:

1.Tie for first:

    The Washington Capitals (8 men out): Semin, Fedorov, Green, Clark, Erskine, Poti, Pothier, Schultz.

    St. Louis Blues (8 players out): Legacy, Berglund, Hinote, Kariya, McDonald, Oshie, King, Johnson

    2.Three way tie:

    Islanders (6 men out): DiPietro, Comrie, Gervais, Okposo, Nielsen, Sillinger

    Devils (6 men out): Brodeur, Rolston, Green, Holik, Madden, Mottau

    Flyers (6 men out): Briere, Cote, Powe, Hatcher, Parent, Jones

    3. Panthers (5 guys out): Zednik, Allen, Horton, Murphy, Stillman

    4. Avalanche (5 guys out): Sakic, Liles, Tucker, Foote, Guite

    5. Canadiens (3-4 men out): Tanguay/Laraque/ Komisarik

As of November 29th, there is only 1 team in the league without a single injury: The New York Rangers.

There are 8-9 teams who are without their starting goalies:

    Devils- Brodeur

    Canucks-Luongo

    Islanders-DiPietro

    Pens-Fleury

    Ducks-Gigiere(personal reasons might not be a true injury)

    Hawks-Khabibulin

    Thrashers- Lehtonen

    Blues-Legacy

    And technically, Nabby (Sharks) isn’t quite 100% yet.

Our league is badly banged up, a quarter season in. Begging the question- IS THERE ANYONE IN THE NHL COMMUNITY WHO SINCERELY BELIEVES the phantom penalties, the even up calls and the over zealous interference, hooking and tripping trips to the sin bin are doing a darn bit of good, creating a “safer” NHL, a better game?

Because if you do, I know a fat guy in a red suit who is making a list, and will check you twice…

Seriously. The injuries this season are just out of control. I listened to Larry Murphy and Mickey Redmond talk yesterday about how fights are up in the league and it got me wondering just how many more injuries we have this year. And you know me and my infernal statistics.

As of November 29th, there are 107 players out for injuries (excluding guys out on suspensions). Last year at this time there were only 68 injuries and there were only 63 injuries by Nov. 28, 2006.

So yes Virginia, injuries are up to the tune of 36-40% over the last two years.

Thumpity Thump Thump

So if fights are up, and injuries are up, and so are penalty minutes, well then, maybe (”just maybe” she sarcastically whispered) its time to change the way the officiating has been impacting the game?

The NHL doesn’t track fighting, but I’m taking Larry and Mic’s word for it.

And as shown above, injuries are up.

Penalty minutes league wide this year? This year so far league wide there are 9,834 penalty minutes, with Anaheim leading the charge, having 475. Last year there were 9,719 penalty minutes league wide at this point in the season.

So. No great disparity in number of penalty minutes, and yet injuries are up 36%? Does that mean the officiating is working?

I think not. If fighting is up and injuries are up, but number of penalty minutes are essentially the same, then the begged question becomes, are the types of penalties being assessed working, or are they causing more injury and frustration? Is it possible that all the time spent searching out the phantom interference calls are causing the officials to miss the real action, causing/allowing players to take cheaper, dirtier shots behind the action?

Let me know what you think, I’ll be around- dare I say, I’ll home for Christmas? Yea well, so will a lot of guys in the league, and not because they want to be.

Originally Posted on Saturday November 29, 2008 @ 12:22 PM EST at http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/24670

Friday, November 28, 2008

Concentrated Juice: 100% Pure Wings-Thanksgiving Weekend

Of Triptophan, Time off, and The Detroit Ice Trotters

Pasha (Datsyuk) flying high on a late shift break away, thwarted only by a Rick Nash desperado diving save,

Henrik Zetterberg with a left “hook” that hit the cross bar (too bad he shoots right…), followed in his next shift by a strong push to the net and a one legged wrap around,

Marian Hossa with two gorgeous goals, including a one timer off the face off,

Even Tyutin’s slapshot over Ozzie’s shoulder from center ice by nullified by Hossa and D,

And to top it all off, on the kill, an empty netter in the last 12 seconds, 6 on 3 against the Wings…

The first shorty of the season, all Draper all Day baby!!!!!!!!!!! (anyone else hearing Mr. Vitale when you read that?)

And after each of these plays all I could hear was that familiar whistling…

Wings looked good. Real good tonight. Great in fact. Honestly, there was nothing to even complain about- not even Ozzie letting in that slapper from center ice. Oh I’m sure he is beating himself up about it, but he had some terrific saves, he looked sharp and rested. Frankly, this game had a lightness and frivolity of – well a touch game in the driveway while the bird cooks and the pie cools.

Sharp passing, clean plays, Nic Lids with the gorgeous steals; Z, D and Filps everywhere in the ice, Hossa making all those gorgeous shots on net and two great goals; Lilja enforcing for Filps, dropping the gloves and Jared Boll (who obviously didn’t realize that Lilja is one Big Bad Bear of a man). This game was just a pleasure to watch.

Looks like it was also a pleasure to play. It was incredibly enjoyable to see the Wings look like they were having fun for once, rather than working so hard, intently, focused or tired. Skating looked sharp and light, everyone had a skip in their step.

I could talk about stats, how the Wings haven’t given up more than 2 in a row yet this season, or how 4 Wings (Hossa, Dats, Z, and Sammy) each wracked up 2 point in this game, or how Ozzie has 9 of 10 wins this season or how even with the bench clearer at the end of the game, the Wings have the lowest penalty minutes and the absolute best Power Play in the league…

But who needs stats when we have 12 seconds left, 6 on 3 pressure with Kris Draper, winning the face off and then shooting shorthanded, for the first empty netter of the season, while the Wings ended the game on the kill, 5 to 3.

AH what a day off and a turkey dinner can do for our boys in red.

Happy Thanksgiving all, time for some more pumpkin pie….See you all Sunday night.


Originally Posted on Friday November 28, 2008 @ 11:00 PM EST at

http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/24659

Friday, November 21, 2008

King-Sized Cap-Size

Wow.

Well. When I arrogantly predicted (in yesterday’s blog), a 3-2 win for the Kings over the Capitals last night at the Staples Center, I thought for sure I’d eat crow. And when I reiterated the prediction to all my colleagues and my brother as we munched caramel apples in the First American Title Co. suite at the Staple Center, I knew it was stupid and the beer was talking…

Then the clock ticked down to 5 minutes with just that score, I’ll admit it I almost felt a sense of satisfaction.

Ok, ok. I totally gloated.

But when the Kings then scored two more, well. My brother looked at me and said;

“Capsize!” to which I responded;

“Kingsized capsize”.

I’ll tell you everything I predicted yesterday in my blog, came true last night. Complacency, lethargy and the Kings completely overwhelmed the Caps. Add injury to that list and well, I could have taken up with a crystal ball.

Stifle it Ersberg

The Kings defense stifled the Captials.

When was the last time you heard that? Or that the Kings stifled anyone? But its true, at the beginning of the third, SOG were 23-9, in favor of the Kings. The Kings dominated offensively and their defense did it all, with Doughty scoring and Ersberg solid when he needed to be.

Ersberg, whom the Kings drafted from The Elitserien- the Swedish Elite League, is the real deal. He kept his cool and his head in the game, even though he took only 3-4 shots in each of the first two periods and never got pressured. I really like this goalie. As I have mentioned before, many goalies will tell you (My brother being one of them) that its often more difficult to stay mentally in the game when your not seeing any action. Ersberg did not disappoint.

Doughty worked hard and played front to back. I like this kid. Solid, team leader. Gonna be big. Poised beyond his 18 years.

Ov, Eight!?!?

The Caps though….wtf to infinity. They looked absolutely terrible.

Washington never really got going, I never saw a bit of the puck possession, smooth passing offense I was expecting from the likes of Ovie, Kozlov and Sergei. Fedorov apparently was there (they interviewed him pre-game on the Jumbotron) but he did not dress. There were no 2-1, or even 2-3 breakaways, no long passes, nothing resembling the sort of play you expect from a Russian line. I never once noticed Backstrom on the ice- except for the pretty assist to Kozlov in the first.

Ovechkin was everywhere and nowhere on the ice. At one point he went off the ice after a forecheck (by him, not against him) looking hurt. I actually think he is hurt.

His passing was absolutely off and at one point in the second, he tried to deke past and through Greene’s legs and ended up turning it over so the Kings could score. It was so pathetic and uncharacteristic that I initially reacted thinking that he got cherry picked.

He was working hard, but no one on that team was working smart. They failed to “Capitalize” on the power play, despite getting a 5 on 3 in the second- during which they barely kept the puck in their own zone.

Both teams looked slow and chippy for most of the game, at times it looked like they were playing in about an inch of gravel…and it wasn’t ice quality.

How do I know? Two things: no weird puck bounces and the Ice Girls, who apparently never disappoint, barely scraped a thing off the ice. There were a couple occasions where they pretended to dump ice scrapings into the big bucket.

Oh Eight!

Like I said, Fedorov was a no show, which was a huge disappointment for me. That disappointment was completely washed away by the fact that …..

Wait for it….

IGOR LARIONOV dropped the ceremonial first puck.

Igor in the Haus

Yes, my Igor, there in the Staples Center being honored for his recent HHOF admittance. I actually couldn’t breathe, I was standing there in the First American Title suite, chatting with people (trying to get all my talking in before the game started) when they stopped the irritating “Blackout/Back in Black” intro the Kings always use to start their games when I heard that familiar voice. I stopped mid-sentence and turned around checking the Jumbotron and they were running a montage on Igor, all the way back to the Red Army days and clips of him talking to Wayne Gretzky at the Olympics(?) and I looked around at my colleagues and gushed excitedly:

“Check the Jumbotron- Best player to ever play the game- Igor Larionov. My all time favorite. Just got admitted to the HHOF”

Someone asked me what the HHOF was, but before I could answer,

My brother said;

“Tine, Igor’s on the Ice.”

I totally flipped. My first completely insane reaction? “How do I get out of this suite and down to the ice?” Then I just sort of sunk down in a front row seat and leaned over the edge of the balcony. Hands over my mouth in astonishment.

I know this will solidify in your heads that I am some sort of crazy “Human Loser” (props to Bruce McCullough), but tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t help it. My friends and colleagues looked at me with bemused astonishment, and I didn’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed, I was just so shocked.

I think it was just the shock of seeing No. 8 in the same building, combined with the fact that they were honoring him.

I’m telling you I’m not sure I could ever handle meeting Igor. Certainly not in a surprise circumstance. I totally idolize him. Just never realized it before.

I mean Hollyweird is FILLED with celebrities and they are always in your way, or delaying something or causing chaos. I’m not terribly fond of the celebrity world. I’ve stood in line at the Beverly Hills CVS behind Charlie Sheen (his head is enormous) and merely felt irritation. I’ve costume shopped with David Arquette and thought he was a silly goof, I’ve taunted Britney Spears at the hair salon and I’ve eaten dinner with Beyonce (yea she eats) at a movie wrap party and never once felt star struck or in awe. Certainly neer got emotional or choked up.

Yet there I was, hundreds of yards away, tearing up because Larionov was in the same building as me.

HOMER!

Double Homerism that I turned this blog into a story about Igor Larionov, when its supposed to be about the Kings- Caps game.

You know I can’t help myself. Ok ok- here’s the Wrap, Hollywood style:

I felt bad for Ovie and I really think something is wrong. I mean it can’t all be explained as nerves that his mentor and personal hero was in the Haus, right? It must have sucked to have Igor there and play that badly, AND lose to the Kings. Ohhh-vvvviiee.

Truth is neither team looked fast or smooth, but the Kings dominated for 60 minutes. They went ahead early in the first and never lost the lead. At the 10 minute mark when I thought the Caps would give one last push a go, they were non-existent. Then with a little more than 4 minutes left in the third, the Caps scored their second goal. And to my surprise, the Kings answered by smothering them, hitting two more.

I called the win yesterday, and gave my reasons for it, including the fact that this Kings team might be young, but they are making all the right strides toward someday being a contender, I liked a lot of what I saw and was impressed by the gritty hard work. But the thing that actually touched me the most about this Los Angeles team? How happy they were at the end of the game.

As the buzzer sounded, the entire team leap from the bench and congregated center ice surrounding Ersberg and Doughty, cheering, and celebrating their win as if it were a playoff game. I was so proud of those boys. Got all choked up again..what a homer.

Kings Win 5-2, Igor in the Haus.


Originally posted on Friday November 21, 2008 @ 10:46 AM EST at http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/24313

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Ovie in the Haus, Los Angeles Stylee

What haus, Juice? Where? Are you hallucinating again? Don’t tell me you’ve sacrificed Z for Ovie and have Fedorov driving the limo this time, headed for Alaska…

(Insert requisite Palin-Russian joke here.)

Jooce, Put the parfait spoon down and back away from mint choco chip. Sllooowwlllyy

Alright, all right, I deserve that.

Yep, I’m talking about Ovie, Sergei, Alex and Nic right here at the Staples Center, in sunny, breezy, easy Los Ange-sleezy, home of the ravaging wildfires.

Hmm…, I wonder why there are no LA sports teams with that name…trust me it fits.

The Washington Capitals are making their way up the Pacific Rim to hit all the Cali teams this week, and after a lovely little routing of the Ducks last night, the Caps, happy to have Ovie firing on ALL Cylinders, are scheduled to take on the LA Kings tonight.

Ovie is in the Haus, tonight, here in LA-la, and I am stoked! Getting to see the league’s premiere offensive monster and my homeboy No. 91- seriously cool.

I woke today and tried to decide if I would wear my Red Wings jersey to the game I quickly decided not to, I mean if I had a Federov jersey, well that would be different.

Then I found myself thinking about who should win this game. Of course the first thing that came to mind was “Naturally, the Caps”. But as this day wore on, I realized, that was a presumptuous call. And the more I thought about it the more I felt strongly about predicting that there could be an upset win for the Kings…

Stop! Stop trying to take my spoon away from me and Listen.

Calling it

I’m calling the Kings for the upset tonight. OOOh this is fun! When you’re not personally vested in a team, its fun to say things like that. Oh wait- it sucks, because if they do, then my fantasy team tanks (I gots Ovie.).

But here it is again, I think the Kings will take this one. Yep. I know. The Caps are considered the better team -by far. I don’t disagree. Just hear me out….

Cap Guns, the “young” is implied

Caps are offensively explosive and their scorers are on fire, Ovie, Fedorov, Backstrom and Semin have been wicked excellent of late, with Ovie finally clicking, the Washington Capitals are one of the most exciting teams to watch. We can definitely expect a high shooting game. But they have weaknesses.

Other than Mike Green, their D needs to solidify and their goal tending is hot and cold. Theodore is not my favorite goalie and I think he is beatable. He’s 6-3 with a 3.19 GAA. Now to be fair, I’m not taking too much stock in GAA this season because I’ve seem way too many games with 6-5 scores. His SV% is .899, so you make the call. I think that is marginal. Their back up has a better record, 5-1, but I think Jose is getting the nod tonight.

What do I have to do to wake you up, Pop-a-Cap in yo azz?

Caps will come into to LA on the third game of a 5 game road trip and this is their second day in LA- the jet lag will start to hit, and playing at 7:30 our time is 10:30 their time. The third period comes at midnight for these guys.

Complacency with a Capital “C”

Washington hasn’t had a regulation loss since Nov. 1. That said, most teams don’t come into the Staples Center ever expecting to lose the game, some teams may be cocky enough to think it’s a gimmee. The back up goalie usually plays, and 3 and 4th lines get more ice time. Given the number of wins they have going in and the fact that they are on game 3 of a 5 game road trip, if anything will lull the team into complacency, it could be the perception of an easy win against LA.

Kingdom Comeback (Don’t call it)

Nobody expects anything of the Kings. I still hear people saying the Kings are the worst team in the league, when my eyes tell me differently. I’m here to say that the Kings are better than people are giving them credit for. And being underestimated can often give you the element of surprise. One thing I can tell you is this:

They are hungry. They are Burger King Hungry, they are Whopper Hungry, they are two all beef patties, special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun hungry. Wait- wrong sandwich…..? hmmm IDK.

Kings are playing better together than last year and they play a full 60 minutes. They don’t stop fighting and working. They have a better comfort level with each other. You don’t even see guys fall off the bench during a line change anymore… They don’t give up and even their 6-5 looked good the last time I saw them play.


Kopie, Ovie, Ovie, Uma

I’m not stacking Kopitar up against Ovie by any means here, but the Kings are running two solid lines that work their tails off. Their first line: Kopitar, Brown, and O’Sullivan (previously Calder) can compete with many other teams first lines, and their second line of Frolov, Moeller, and Stoll have been consistent, earning most of the goals in the last 3-4 games. True they have the second lowest number of goals this season in the league, but when they score these are the guys getting it done.

And Doughty, Quincey and Boyle are showing solid improvements over last year, and with Doughty I am seeing a maturity level I would not expect from an 18 year old kid.

Solid Goal (tending)

True, the Kings aren’t getting many goals, but more interestingly, they aren’t letting in many goals. The Los Angeles Kings haven’t let more than 4 in per game, yet this season. That is better than many of the leagues best teams can attest. Ersberg with his GAA of 1.95 and a 5-1 season start is a hot goalie right now and he will get the start tonight. Not that it matters since both Kings goalies have better stats than the Caps goalies: LaBarbera has a GAA off 3.01.

Kings will Cap italize on your mistakes.

Just ask Dallas. Brendan Morrow told us that the stars came out flat against the Kings last week, (though frankly given the roller coaster the Stars are on this season, they could use a bit more flat). For argument sake, lets say we agree with Mr. Morrow, The Stars were flat against the Kings. Well the Kings were able to capitalize on the lethargy and pull out the win against a team who is better than their record currently indicates and which should have beat them handily.

And by “handily”, I don’t mean dropping the gloves in last 5 minutes of the game, or by boarding someone into the opposing team’s bench.

Some Sun Sum

In short, this 7-10 Kings team can win a game. The Kings offense isn’t nearly as strong as the Caps, but the defense is more even than the experts would have you believe, with the Kings getting an edge from Doughty and Goaltending. Look for lots of shots, and if Ersberg stands on his head, something like a 3-2 score…And if the Caps can’t fight the jet lag, or if they underestimate the Kings, if the Kings have a really good night, with the new line changes clicking, look for this 3-2 score to be in favor of the boys in Black.

Of course if it ends up being a 6-1 game Caps over Kings, with Ovie getting 3 points, trust me, I will happily eat that crow and vow to never again make another prediction.


Originally Posted on Thursday November 20, 2008 @ 5:26 PM EST at http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/24278

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Concentrated Juice: The Good the Bad and the Ugly

Contains 100% Pure Juice and no High Fructose Corn Syrup.

Normally after a big Wings game I write my detailed edition of “The Good the Bad and the Ugly” and try to be funny and insightful…but I am sure there have been hundreds of Pens/Wings blogs talking about last nights game.. .so here is the “Concentrated Juice”- my thoughts upon waking up after that loss:

2012-An Ice Odyssey

It is not end of days, Doomsday, Armageddon, the Apocalypse or even the end of the Mayan Calendar. Its not a sign of anything. It was an exciting game. It was fun to watch. The Rapture Blondie? I think not.

Wings lost. Pens won. The better team, who wanted it more in the 3rd period clearly won. Wow, would you look at that, the earth didn’t open up and swallow me into fiery pits of hell…The Wicked Witch of the West hasn’t ridden in on her broom stick and demanded that I hand over my Larionov sweater.In fact the sun is shining, and it’s a gorgeous Malibu morning.

First Goal

Sid did exactly what any player with heart and a desire to set a tone and the will to win should do. He scored the first goal. I give him props, as Captain and (for the first time ever) for finally showing some character.

Officiating

I didn’t see the first period – damn work got in the way- but anyone crying about officiating in the 2nd, 3rd and OT is a fool, and should sit down, shut up and drink quietly from their sippy cup. The officials let a fast paced game run its course. True, Rafalski took a penalty for having someone else’s stick hook his bawls, but honestly, you ain’t a true Wings fan if you aren’t used to stupid game altering penalties by now. Red Wings play so as to over come whatever non existent penalty is called. That is what makes them champions even when Homer’s Butt is not in the crease.

Nico, Nic, Lids, Lids, The Captain


Two theories on the uncharacteristic mistakes and the sometimes “off” play of our Dear Cappy-tan:

First, my favorite. Its early in the season and Nick knows this and isn’t killing himself out there on the ice yet. I’m not questioning his character, in fact I’m lauding it. A captain killing himself and setting that tone 15 games into an 82 game season will have only himself to blame when the team exhausts itself by April. That said, this was a pretty important game, more on that later.

Second- either the eye or the Visor is really bothering him. That sucks, but if it’s the visor- that is a little odd. Plenty of guys play with one.

More importantly- “Lidstrom had two assists, giving him 949 career points to move past injured teammate Chris Chelios for ninth place among the highest scoring blue-liners in NHL history.” (nhl.com)

Embarrassment

It doesn’t happen often, but letting Staahl score a hat trick in our barn, in the scope of a single period? That is humiliating. And the second hat trick of the season against us? Frankly, We should have known. Someone should have been on the look out for Staahl. If you look at my “Good Bad and Ugly” playoff blogs from last year I talk about this kid not getting enough praise, but being all over the ice. Its as if the Red Wings aren’t even reading my blogs!!?!?!?!!! Srsly, tho’, watch for him. He’s the real deal.

One Minute of Play

If you’re a Wings fan and you weren’t having bone chilling sweat inducing paranoid flash backs as the clock ticked down to 60 seconds of regulation, you might be a dead cephalopod. I literally crawled onto the floor in front of the TV Watching that clock with 1:58 left in regulation thinking “Mothra Fauxer, I hate the last minute of play, especially those last 34 seconds”. Speaking of which…

The Chase is Always Better Than the Kill?

Look, I like a good game of chase as well as anyone boys, but if your gonna continue to do this, then you need to figure out how to win one against a good team once you let them back in it.

The Wings did what they always do. They go up a couple goals early and then settle in. Then they get bored and coast and zip zip zip, the other team comes back. I call this game: “Cat and Mouse –Wings Stylee”…flip the rodent a few times in the air, let it catch its feet and try to run again before you slap the paw down on its tail. I personally find it a bit exciting and fun. But it back fires, and has been back firing in crucial games this year. We really need to work our 6 on 5 drills. That is our weakest link.

I only expect my team to win a couple games this year: The Home Opener, anything I attend personally, and the SCF rematch. So far we are 1 for 2. And we lost what I considered a key game against the Sharks this year..so really 1 for 3, and you know how we lost those games?

In the last minute. Wings have let more games get tied up in the last minute of play this year than Zetter has goals. Ok not true but it sure feels that way. And never the less, the wings are letting teams catch up in the third. Letting 3 goals, in one period against a good team that clearly has something to prove, (as well as your number at home) is a complete inexcusable melt down in defense.

6 on 5, 6 on 5, 6 on 5- figure it out. Stop hovering around Ozzie, screening your own goalie and letting the other team cycle through their PP drills until the get a good shot.

Wow would you look at that, the sun is still shining and I have not been swallowed up by the earth. All of that could change later today when, due to this loss, I have to change my profile theme to penguin gold and photoshop my profile picture in a pens jersey- oh you know I’ll be diving or crying in this one…UGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.

Losing SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally posted on Wednesday November 12, 2008 @ 11:00 AM EST at http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/23786

Monday, November 10, 2008

Oh Eight: Part II

Igor Larionov and Hockey’s Rink of Dreams

In honor of Igor Larionov’s induction into the Hockey Hall of Fame tonight, I offer the second installation of my “Oh Eight” series on the life of The Professor himself

Its 1968, maybe 69. Full blown Cold War Era. Snow falls softly from a grey sky, shrouding a line of tiny little “men” carrying bags far too large for their pee wee shoulders trudging past the fertilizer plant, up the long drive to the Voskresensk (or Воскресе́нск, if you prefer) Ice Palace. From this small, fertile hockey obsessed city whose name means “resurrection” came one of the greatest Russian talents to ever play the game.

One child, one tiny boy carrying his gear into the rink with the other kids would learn to skate and shoot and pass in the Ice Palace. A boy who would grow to be the most accurate passer and puck possession specialist in all of hockey. A soft spoken child who would grow only to the height of 5’9” and never weigh more than 175 lbs but would be instrumental in changing the face of North American and Soviet hockey.

Igor Nikolayevich Larionov (Игорь Николаевич Ларионов), born on December 12, 1960. Talented beyond measure, Larionov was groomed to play professional hockey for the Russian elite league. He would become one of Russia’s most legendary and heralded centers.

At age 16, growing up in a small industrial city obsessed with hockey, his life goal was to play center for the hometown team, the Khimik Voskresensk. An unimaginable chain of events would take him further from his home and the Voskresensk Ice Palace than maybe even he ever dreamed.

Rink of Dreams

Constructed in 1953 by Nicolay Epstein, the Voskresensk Ice Palace was built to give the local fertilizer plant workers a place to play hockey. With his own hands, Epstein is said to have fashioned its stained-glass windows and poured the water to make the ice. Along with the Ice Palace, Epstein was also responsible for founding the Khimik Voskresensk, (the “Chemists”), now one of the oldest hockey clubs in Russia.

Epstein’s Ice Palace is truly a hockey Field of Dreams. Or a “Rink of Dreams”, if you will so indulge me.

Considered a provincial team, the Khimik was never initially expected to compete with the likes of Dynamo Moscow and CSKA Moscow. But from Epstein’s efforts, the Khimik quickly grew to be a serious national contender.

From 1957 to 1989, the Khimik had great success, winning national championships, 3 bronze and one silver championship, with its own homegrown talent. Due to these historic feats, Khimik is well established amongst the best Russian teams of the Soviet era. Over the years the Khimik has consistently produced unparalleled local talent that garnered its team great national success.

Beside Larionov, Russian talent like Andrei Markov, Valeri Kamensky, Vyacheslav “Slava” Kozlov, Alexander Ragulin and German Titov came from this city and the Khimik organization. Vasilyev, the much lauded and revolutionary coach from the Khmik, is credited with creating the trap defense called “the sack of Voskresensk,” (Yes, created the very same trap D so effectively utilized by teams like New Jersey Devils). Coach Vasilyev was also famous in Russia for developing well-balanced teams with an even mix of gifted veterans and young guns, much like the system so perfectly exhibit by the Detroit Red Wings of the past 17 years.

The symbolism that some of the greatest Russian players came from a town defined by fertilizer and hockey is not lost on this blogger.

As a teenager it was Larionov’s dream to play for the Khimik. The lessons learned from hours of observation and play in that arena would carry through his entire career. However, because of his immense talent the Red Army would ultimately (and over his protests) force him to play for CSKA Moscow where he would earn an international reputation as the “Russian Gretzsky”.

More than a Hockey Player

Incredibly, Larionov’s legacy to the sport of hockey is much greater than his role on the ice. Because of his tireless efforts and an unwavering commitment his ideals, No. 8 would forever change the face of professional hockey. Larionov is responsible (along side Slava Fetisov) for opening the doors of Russia and convincing the Soviet government to allow Russian players to leave the country and play hockey in the NHL.

Russian players would not have made it into the NHL in the late 1980’s as they did without Larionov’s efforts. No. 8 was instrumental in fighting for years and years to convince the cold war Soviet government to permit it professional players the right to leave the country and play elsewhere. Without Larionov, many Russian players might have been forced to defect, risking their lives, as well as the safety of their families and loved ones, just for the opportunity to play in the NHL.

Only an incredibly valuable player, one with that rare combination of awe inspiring talent, intellect, diplomacy and ideals could have succeeded in so quietly bringing about the change that heralded in the Russian era of NHL Hockey. The Game as we know it today, a game where skilled, slick puck handling is revered, where puck possession and trap defenses produce amazing successes, well such incarnation of the sport might not exist without the strength of Larionov’s convictions and commitment to his ideals.

To work within a government seeking change where the individual was not granted a voice, where a belief in freedom was punished and to successfully challenge such a system is unfathomable. The idea that one individual could sway a system as oppressive and controlling as the Soviet government during the height of the cold war is almost incomprehensible. These are the things Igor Larionov accomplished off the ice.

You have to wonder how such strength of conviction and lifetime commitment to seeking change evolves. How does a slight 5’9” son of a factory worker, soft spoken and bespeck-ed, from a small industrial town 88 miles outside of Moscow come to so unwaveringly uphold the idea that people should be free and then fight for such rights?

Convictions and Ideals

Igor Larionov’s convictions and ideals were born from a childhood and family tradition that, despite living and directly suffering at the hand and sickle of a brutal Stalinist regime, still firmly entrenched notions of freedom, political participation and free will into the mind of the young hockey player.

The Larionovs were a family of free thinkers, radical and revolutionary during the Stalin era and at a time when paranoia was incredibly heightened by the Cold War. His entire family history is filled with stories of the horrors of an oppressive government with no regard for individual rights or liberties.

Larionov’s grandfather, Ivan Larionov was sentenced and banished to Siberia at the height of the Stalin regime, punished for his dissidence and outspokeness. In the middle of the night, the year 1937, KGB agents hauled Ivan Larionov away while his wife and their five sons slept. The family woke the next day to find their father gone and spent the next 14 years struggling to survive.

Igor Larionov’s father Nikolai, had been a boy at the time he lost his father to Siberia, and he grew up knowing nothing but the most abject poverty and fear. Nikolai was only 14 when he began full time work at a munitions and bombs factory. There were many occasions when the five boys nearly starved, sometimes sharing “one sugar cube a week." Larionov has said in interview with USA Today.

Ivan Larionov spent 14 years in the Gulag. Only after the death of Stalin in 1953 (the same year the Ice Palace was built), was Ivan finally able to return home. In interview, Larionov has said: "My grandfather was lucky, most people were either executed in the gulags or died there. … It’s the saddest part of our history.”

I don’t know how much the reader knows about Stalin’s Siberian gulags, but the stories that come from those times are as horrific as any genocidal story you can find coming out of Rwanda, Darfur or Bosnia. Tales of torture and cannibalism, only melt the tip of the iceberg.

As if one Siberian gulag story weren’t enough, Larionov’s maternal grandfather, Fedor Barankin, wounded during World War II, was taken to a labor camp in Norway. He was released at the end of the war, returning home, expecting to be recognized a hero. However, but the Soviet government decided he was a German spy and imprisoned him for several years.

“I still get goose bumps, comparing my life to theirs,” Larionov has said. “I can’t even imagine what it was like for them.”

A government that punishes you for speaking out, a government who wrongly accuses a war hero of being a spy. Here in the States we think nothing of finding such a circumstance abhorrent and unconscionable. We speak out on such things all the time and hopefully will never be able to imagine fearing death or prison for speaking our minds.

You might be tempted to think that one would be inclined to suffer at the hand of the Soviet government in fear and silence. Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that the Soviet government had punished his family for its radicalism, Igor Larionov made his voice count. Larionov’s family legacy for questioning authority and strength of principle and purpose was firmly ingrained in the young Igor.

Larionov has often told the story of his family listening clandestinely to Voice of America radio broadcasts each night. “There was a fear of the KGB, so you had to be careful not to tell anybody you were doing this” he told USA Today,

“At 12 years old, I was already asking, ’What is really happening in the world?’ I was being taught something very different from what I was hearing on Voice of America. I was hearing songs by the Beatles. I wanted to know the truth, to taste freedom, to experience all that life had to offer.”

It was this background and system of principles that would guide and drive Igor Larionov to stand up for basic freedoms and civil rights. To bite the hand that fed him for the better of his comrades on skates. A strength of conviction and absolute courage that propelled him to take on the same government that tortured and nearly killed his grandfathers that which punished his family for ideals we North Americans take for granted. Larionov never let go of the ideals and principles bestowed by his grandparents and father and his actions honored their lives.

Funny, Voskresensk means “resurrection”, and is translated as “New Jerusalem”. I wonder if Epstein knew his Rink of Dreams would in fact create hockey’s second coming.

I know I know,- that is TOTALLY over the top, but come on, how was a character like me really gonna be able to ignore such symbolism? I’m only human you know, not like The Professor…

Still. Perhaps its not its taking it too far to say that in the year 1953, a year in which both Stalin died and a Rink of Dreams was built, a true “resurrection” of sorts took place in Voskresensk Russia, heralding an era that would eventually produce a man and player who could change an entire system.

Originally posted on Monday November 10, 2008 @ 05:28 PM EST at http://fans.nhl.com/members/JuiceinLA/boards/23689