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Captain Classy

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

By Jeffrey Petts

The Pittsburgh Penguins defeated my beloved Detroit Red Wings in the most-watched Stanley Cup Finals game in 36 years. Witnessing your favorite team falter with a 2-0 lead in a seven-game series is painful. Having them lose to a team ‘led’ by the NHL’s poster boy is worse.

Let’s call a spade a spade… Sidney Crosby is a very, very gifted player. He’s a great playmaker and scorer. Crosby also has a lot of charisma and the NHL is doing their best to capitalize on that. Considering his age, Crosby is only going to get better. He’s the youngest captain to win a Stanley Cup. He’s going to be around for a while. Now that he’s got his name onto the Cup, the NHL will promptly start the campaign to have Crosby considered one of the hockey greats.

(Watching the CBC feed of the game, as the clocked ticked 0:00, the Canadian announcer cheered, “Sidney Crosby and the Pittsburgh Penguins win the Stanley Cup!” I found this laughable and quipped to a buddy, “Didn’t Crosby stop playing two weeks ago?”)

And this is where the canonization of Kid Crosby becomes troublesome for us few fans (besides those in Pittsburgh and the NHL Offices in Toronto and New York) that still follow the NHL. I’m sure living with a legend is great, but maybe Mario should spend some time teaching the Kid how to be more like a captain. Right off the bat, real captains persevere, they don’t dive.

He’s just a girl…

(It’s funny how many videos there are of Sidney Crosby diving and whining. It’s as if he has a reputation for this type of behavior. Very captainly indeed.)

Between the diving, the whining and some of the little snippy stuff, Crosby isn’t doing anything that isn’t commonplace throughout the league. But most of the time, it’s the players that relish wearing the black hats committing the offenses. It’s hard to be the face of the NHL when many in the league consider you to be a sneak.

This was further demonstrated when Captain Crosby spent the moments following the end of Game 7 by hugging any- and everyone in the Penguins organization. There’s nothing wrong with this except for that whole handshake thing that’s been going on since the beginning of hockey. (This tradition is so ingrained in hockey that beer leagues have handshakes for every game. It’s virtually impossible to be a North American player and not know this is the first order of business.) Though I doubt this was a deliberate snub of the Wings, it does illustrate where Crosby’s head is. Rather than at the front of the line to acknowledge a vanquished foe, he was lollygagging with trainers and hangers-on. A captain should be at the front of that line, leading his team.

One of the storylines from this series was the fact Red Wing Marian Hossa opted for a cheaper one-year contract from Detroit over a long-term deal from the Penguins. When he signed, Hossa said, “…I felt like I would have a little better of a chance to win the Cup in Detroit.” The Penguins organization justifiably felt snubbed. Now that he’s back on the wrong end of another Stanley Cup battle and again facing free agency, where does Hossa stand a year later and a bit wiser? He’s indicated he wants to stay in Detroit. If Hossa does stay, what does that really say about the differences between the Red Wings and Penguins? Maybe some captains instill more confidence than others. Maybe the antics of a certain captain – champion or not – are more than some players want to align with. Marian Hossa might feel disappointment about losing the Cup (again), but he probably doesn’t regret his decision to defect to the other team.

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Odds and Sods

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

(If every CSI show can pimp a song from The Who, I should be able to borrow an album title without getting crucified.)

Let’s play catch-up.

So what happened last Friday on my wife-and-child-free weekend? Four bars on Friday adding up to eleven hours of fun for me but an extremely boring post for Canon Fodder. Most of my entries read as follows:

“11:05 – First beer.”

“1:00 – Bleu cheese nachos.”

“1:17 – Fifth beer.”

“5:29 – ??? beer.”

Riveting stuff. I could probably extrapolate a slew of stories from my notes and produce a Homeric tale of epic proportions, but reader feedback has shown shorter posts are more preferable. Ask and you shall receive, or in this case, not receive as I’ll attempt to be more succinct.

A quick synopsis of Friday, Saturday and Sunday: I drank a lot, staggered into and out of half-a-dozen bars, attended a luau-themed wedding reception and didn’t get a lick of writing done. Most of my sports watching consisted of mere glimpses up at whatever game was playing. (Way too much women’s softball and arm wrestling for my liking, but either was preferable to poker.) The wife and kid arrived home safe-and-sound on Sunday night (but not before another delay on the tarmac and an additional extra hour trapped on a plane with a pair of toddlers for no apparent reason). As I said, riveting stuff.

But a ton of stuff did happen in the world of sports last week that I didn’t take the opportunity to touch on. Here we go…

Carlos Zambrano and Michael Barrett of the Chicago Cubs got into a dugout scuffle that carried into the locker room and resulted in multiple stitches for Barrett.
It brings a whole new meaning to the term “battery mates”.

Sticking with the Cubs, Lou Pinella was ejected on Saturday and later suspended for an argument with an umpire.
It’s only June and the Cubs are coming apart at the seams. Does anyone believe this guy could handle the pressure of managing the Yankees as he was so commonly thought to be heir apparent?

A little more baseball: Roger Clemens’ first start for the Yankees was bumped back until the weekend when New York travels to Pittsburgh due to a “groin” strain.
Are you telling me the Pinstripes weren’t eager to have Clemens work his first game kinks out versus an American League lineup? Expect another mysterious ailment to befall the future Hall of Fame pitcher if his turn in the rotation comes up on a roadtrip to Boston. I’m no conspiracy nut, but I think the rumors of Clemens’ cowardice have some merit and I believe the Yankees realize their savior is mortal. What are the chances Cashman signed Clemens to distract the media and fans from the Yankees last place position in the standings and buy the team a bit more time to turn things around?

LeBron “King” James led the Cleveland Cavaliers through Detroit and into the NBA Finals.
Now we’ll be inundated with LeBron versus Duncan stories because of their conflicting styles. My prediction? The Spurs and their “boring” (unless you actually enjoy watching teamwork and an unselfish superstar making everyone around him better) style over the Cavs in six. LeBron will win one game alone on talent, and another because of some hometown officiating but there’s nothing to make me believe they can overcome a polished team like the Spurs. One more title will cement Tim Duncan’s NBA legacy and the torch can be passed to LeBron next year.

Tank Johnson of the Chicago Bears has handed an eight-game suspension for violating the NFL’s new conduct policy.
Let’s hope he doesn’t spend all this newfound time on his hands hanging out with Pacman Jones. On the bright side, Michael Vick’s probably going to get a lot more than just eight games at home so he can keep Pacman company when Tank goes back to work. (Moral of the story: play with guns and thugs but don’t mess with PETA.)

The Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup over the Ottawa Senators in five games.
(I’ll attempt to write this without sounding bitter as Ducks happen to be the team that knocked my beloved Red Wings out of the playoffs.) Hockey of the lowest common denominator. That’s the only way I can describe the way the Ducks play. Grind, hold, grind, hold, cheap shot, grind and hold some more. I’m willing to believe goalie J.S. Giguere is a wonderful guy and loves puppies and helps old ladies across the street, but in hockey terms, this guy is overrated. Way overrated. I don’t even believe he’s the best goalie on his own team. Now I’ll have to endure the rest of his career hearing how he’s a Stanley Cup winner. And I don’t even want to talk about Chris “Elbows-Up” Pronger getting his name engraved on the most precious trophy in all sports. The only aspect of this whole debacle I’m happy about is Disney’s influence (the former “Mighty” in the team nickname) will be left off the cup. (Okay, I’m done being bitter.)

The MLB draft is being shown live on ESPN this year.
Though I’m happy to see the coverage, how long will it be before folks realize this isn’t the NFL or NBA draft where players can immediately impact their teams? At best, a small percentage of these players being drafted will have so much as a cup of coffee in the big league. Sorry boys and girls but you’ll forget about these first round picks long before they ever lace-up the cleats for your favorite team. That’s just the way baseball works.

New Zealand is headed to the America’s Cup.
Though yachting is technically a sport (I think, maybe), there’s no way I’m going to cover it no matter how much of it my wife forces me to watch. It’s just a bunch of rich guys on boats. I can see the same thing in a rap video with the additional benefit of some booty-shakin’ thrown in. In other words, it’s a bunch of people I’ll never associate with doing something I would never care to do. (Sadly, I wonder if it’s getting better ratings than the NHL on Versus.)

I’ll cut it off here lest I offend my readers with short attention spans. Pop in tomorrow when I should have another new post. If you like what you’ve seen, keep stopping by and pass the word about Canon Fodder on to friends. Have a question or comment or even a biting criticism? Send them my way at jeff@canon-fodder.com.