A breakdown of Marc-Edouard Vlasic's goal
In 1994/95 I was playing for the Sharks when we played 48 games in a lockout shortened season. That year we played our first game on Jan 20 … sound familiar.
Here is what I remember and what I assume most of the players are thinking right now!
- The best time of year, from a player’s standpoint, is the playoffs. It’s adrenaline, intensity, passion and all of it maxed out. The NHL playoffs are awesome!
- A 48 game regular season against conference teams only, is like 3 months of playoffs, before the playoffs. Players know you have to get out to a great start, especially with the extra point for OT of shootout losses that was not around back when I played.
This and That
- The Worcester Sharks started the season 1-4-0-1 to start the season in their first 6 games. Since then the team 10-4-1 and have vaulted to 1st place in the Atlantic Division.
- It’s clearly a different era in pro sports and it has to do with the year round training athletes do in their teenage and college (Junior) years. Take a look at the NFL and the early success of quarterbacks Andrew Luck of the Colts and Robert Griffin III of the Redskins. Quarterback might be the toughest position to transition into but these guys are having incredible rookie years.
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Oh how the aging process sneaks up on you…
When I went back to St. Lawrence University a couple of weekends ago to celebrate the amazing career of my college hockey coach, Joe Marsh, I was reminded that I am getting older. Let’s say reminiscing with old teammates and friends about college stories isn’t quite as enticing now that I have a daughter who is a freshman in college.
I was reminded again this past week of this aging dilemma that we apparently can’t control. The NHL inducted four new players into the prestigious Hockey Hall of Fame (HHOF). Of the four players, I played on the same team as two of them and played against the other two.
Joe Sakic was the quiet assassin, quiet leader and quiet champion after winning two Stanley Cups. He is now quietly forever enshrined in hockey history as a member of the HHOF.
Sakic is also one of the reasons I decided at my first NHL training camp with the Quebec Nordiques that if I was ever going to play in the NHL I better be a good defensive player. Joe’s backhand was harder and more accurate than my slapshot, and his on ice vision and hockey sense was off the charts.
It was December 29, 1988, I was a senior at St. Lawrence University and we were one period from improving to 13-0-0 on the season. We were playing at home, in one of the great barns in the country, Appleton Arena. We defeated Western Michigan the night before and were leading 6-2 heading into the third period. We were ranked No. 1 in the country and would be keeping that ranking after the weekend sweep.
On the first shift of the third period there was a scoring chance and their goalie covered the puck. I turned away after the whistle, when Mike Posma, a player from Western Michigan, decided to slew foot me from behind. My right leg went up in the air as I fell but the toe of my blade on my left skate caught the ice and when I fell I landed on my ankle. The moments that followed are hazy because I was in so much pain.
After the game my coach Joe Marsh came in to the training room to find out what happened and how I was doing. He got the news; I broke my ankle and I was likely done for the season. He was so mad he punched a towel dispenser in the coach’s bathroom.
The next morning he drove me to the hospital to get x-rays. I got my leg and ankle and he got his right hand x-rayed. The news wasn’t good! His hand was broken and he was going to need some type of cast to immobilize it.
My news was worse. The doctor said he had good and bad news and asked what I wanted to hear first. I said the good news to which the doctor replied, “This shouldn’t be a career-ending injury.” That was the good news!
The bad news was I broke my fibula and tore ligaments in my ankle that required season-ending surgery. So I had just played my last game at St. Lawrence and as the Co-Captain. I was going to be a passenger on the top team in the country.
This tweet on Oct. 3 by Oakland Athletics pitcher Pat Neshek put a lot into perspective:
Please pray for my family.Tonight my wife & I lost our first & only son 23 hours after he was born with no explanation.— Pat Neshek (@PatNeshek) October 4, 2012
Gulp! Sigh! Pit in stomach! Sadness ensues!
It’s the worst nightmare for any parent. Even those who are not parents can understand the incredible grief that comes with this type of heart-wrenching story. We're reminded again that sports might be a fabric of our society, but there are things bigger and more important than the outcome of a game.
Here are some tweets after Pat did the unthinkable and pitched against the Detroit Tigers in Game 1 of the ALDS just three nights later:
Fox Sports: MLB - @MLBONFOX
“One of the most inspirational moments in sports!”
Chris Rose - @ChrisRose
“My heart hurts watching Pat Neshek pitch, knowing what he and his wife went through this week.”
Curt Schilling - @gehrig38
“My ankle was a scratch compared to what Pat Neshek just did, not even in the same universe. God Bless him and his wife.”
Brett Anderson - @BrettAnderson49
“Regardless of the outcome... one of the most inspiring things I’ve seen on a baseball field was @PatNeshek pitching in a game today.”
Brody Brazil - @brodiebrazilCSN
“Thanks to @PatNeshek tonight, for providing one of the most inspirational moments I’ve ever seen in sports.”
My wife Colleen Moraga-Baker is an amazing woman. I am lucky man and know it. She took me on a trip for my birthday (which was last week) so we could get some one-on-one time before the season started.
The trip was planned back in April and at the time there was no way to know if there would be a lockout. Whether there is a work stoppage or not, getting away to a secluded island and beautiful place has been amazing.
While laying on the beach the other day she remarked that even on vacation I still talk about hockey and that I truly love the sport and am passionate about it. I guess it's in my blood and always has been, going back to playing hockey in my basement as soon as I was old enough to hold a stick, playing street hockey on Saginaw Crescent in Nepean, Ontario in the freezing cold, or skating on the outdoor rinks or Rideau Canal in Ottawa as a kid.
Then she asked me what I thought was the best part of my job. Being a radio hockey analyst is more of a lifestyle occupation that I happen to love. So here is what I came up with regarding why I have such an awesome job:
I love being around the game of hockey and one of my passions is teaching and trying to explain something that is difficult to do, sound easy. Everyday I learn something new about hockey and am always working on becoming a better teacher.
4. The San Jose Sharks
I fell in love with this organization when I came here in 1993. The people, the city, the fans, the name of the team, the colors, the logo, the mascot, and nothing has changed since. The Sharks are a class organization from top to bottom, and I'm glad to be a part of this organization from a historical standpoint and as a current broadcaster.
I remember where I was when:
Paul Henderson scored the GWG for Canada in 1972 in the 8th game of the incredible series against the Soviet Union...
I was listening to the game on the radio in a school-yard at Our Lady of Good Counsel in Nepean, Ontario.
When Bob Nystrom scored the series-clinching goal in overtime as the NY Islanders defeated the Flyers to win the Stanley Cup in 1980...
Watching the game on a fuzzy, small, black and white TV at our family cottage in Golden Lake, Ontario. Man I loved that cottage and have some of my fondest memories from there, including this one because the Islanders were my favorite team.
When Wayne Gretzky scored goal number 801 to tie Gordie Howe’s record for most goals in an NHL career...
On the bench wondering why Todd Elik was on the ice for the defensive zone faceoff in the last minute of the game while I was sitting on the bench. Uh oh, must have been in the coach’s doghouse!
That quote is from boxing great Robert “The Ghost” Guerrero. About a month ago I was in Tahoe and met Guerrero a few times while he was training for his big fight Saturday night against Selcuk Aydin at HP Pavilion in San Jose.
It was very interesting and cool to watch the focus as Guerrero went through his training exercises. In boxing, it’s all about focus because if you lose it for just a few seconds in a fight there is a good chance you will be getting knocked out.
After 7 weeks training in the altitude of Tahoe where his daily regimen was eat, sleep and train (no TV at his compound) Guerrero is ready to take on the undefeated Aydin with the winner possibly getting a shot at Floyd Mayweather once he has completed his time in jail.
Good luck to ‘The Ghost” who is great guy, and make sure to head to HP Pavilion to watch the local Guerrero or catch the fight on Showtime this Saturday night.
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If you walk around San Francisco you’ll see babies, young little babies, especially boys, wearing the orange and black colors of the SF Giants. These little kids don’t know baseball from badminton but the likelihood they will be lifelong Giants fans is pretty good, especially when they look back and see all the wonderful cute baby pictures.
And so it is….
August 31, 1966: I was born. September 1, 1966: I already hated and cheered against the Montreal Canadiens and the Toronto Maple Leafs. My dad didn’t like either of those teams, and thus, neither did I.
And so it was…
From 1976 to 1979, the Montreal Canadians won four Stanley Cups bolstered by the goaltending of Ken Dryden, key forwards in Guy Lafleur, Steve Shutt, Bob Gainey, Jacques Lemaire and stellar defenseman Serge Savard and of course Larry Robinson.
Because of Larry Robinson, I cried annually when his team won the Stanley Cup. And then a freak meeting…