The NHL PR machine

Look, we know the NHL isn’t the most savvy of sports leagues. They’re like that distant cousin you barely know that leaves comments on your Facebook vacation posts from like three years ago.

“That trip seems like it was fun! LOL” – NHL

They just always kind of feel like a step behind other leagues when it comes to marketing the game.

Marketing their star players in particular has never been a strong suit of the NHL. Sure, part of the problem is hockey culture (celebrating the robotic cliche nature of Crosby over the outgoing nature of other players), but the NHL are the leaders in the room here. If anyone can help steer the league towards a more entertaining future, it would certainly start with them. Sell the players, sell the game. Seems easy enough.

But the NHL never gives you a reason to think they actually understand the concept of fun. Look no further than the John Scott debacle. Despite the NHL’s best efforts to keep Scott out of the All-Star game, Scott went on to have arguably the most memorable NHL All-Star game of all time. Scott going to the All-Star game was a fun, organic sort of process (sure it started as a joke, but people really got on board with it), and when the NHL finally got its hands on it, they did their best to choke the life out of it.

It was like trying to explain a meme to your parents, basically. Sure you tried to make them understand the concept, but you’re never quite sure they actually got it. Then the next day your mom emails you the meme and uses it incorrectly.

“I think I locked my keys in the car!”

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So yes, any time the NHL does attempt to do things with more pizzazz, I would normally applaud it. This is a league in desperate need of a bit of showmanship at times.

So when it was announced today that the NHL would be adding a twist to reveal of the draft lottery results this weekend, you would think it would be a good thing:

But rather than enjoying this idea, I hate every single part of it, and here’s why.

Tanking is not a fun process. Sure, the idea your team can land a top pick is the carrot on the stick that keeps you going, but actually watching your team perform like a flaming turd is not enjoyable. It’s garbage hockey. So you watch the games based on the hope that your team will somehow turn this poop into diamonds down the line, but you’re paying the price for it. Your interest in hockey wains because honestly, it’s really hard to watch a hockey season in which a team making two passes in a row is considered a “good game”. There are only so many self deprecating jokes you can make about your team before you start wondering where the jokes stop and where the sobering reality begins.

And for some teams, this process has been going on for months. Months of watching your garbage team, do garbage things. The only redeeming part of this process is the draft lottery results.

Which is why it seems somewhat cruel to draw that process out. Because for some people, this is all they’ve got. And the carrot on the stick? It’s being touted as a possible franchise defenseman. Something every NHL team needs, none more so than a bottom feeding team. This is a prize fans desperately want and have been dreaming about for many months. Yet the NHL wants people to wait around just a bit longer to find out if their team has won the lottery.

Look, showmanship is good, I like it. But there is a time and a place for showmanship. John Scott All-Star game? That was the time for showmanship. The NHL draft lottery results? The showmanship is already there in the reveal. Flipping over the cards in a timely manner. You don’t need to dress this up more than that. A bad way of doing this would be a press release stating the results all at once. That is not enough showmanship. But gathering all the teams reps in one room to get their facial reactions to the draft lottery results? That’s the sweet spot.


Never forget.

But forcing people to sit through a period of a hockey game to find out the top 3 results? That isn’t organic fun. That screams corporate PR. “Hey why don’t we force people to tune into our Saturday game then go kick some puppies to celebrate how awesome we are???”

On top of that, only 3 fan bases will actually enjoy the delay. Well, enjoy is a strong word. Only three fan bases will be invested in the delay. Everyone else will most likely be bitter and annoyed by the delay and will be shitting over the wait on social media. And the pay off of having three fan bases wait for the results? Where is it? What’s the payoff? Creating a weird tension? Making three fan bases feel nervous about draft lottery results?

“Man, that draft lottery was amazing, that’s gotta be right up there with the time my team won that playoff series.”

Save that nervous energy for the games. Let fans get that emotional pay off watching an overtime game. If you really don’t want people buying into the idea of tanking, then don’t over celebrate and draw out the lottery results. Don’t fabricate tension over the reveal of a damn card. Imagine if Edmonton is one of the three teams left in the chase for the top pick? Just uninstall your social media now if you want to avoid constant hockey vitriol during the delay in the reveal.

“If Edmonton wins this, I swear to god…” is now trending.

Anyways, it’s not an end of the world thing. We will all certainly move on past this quite easily come Saturday. It just feels like yet another case where the NHL is doing everything it can to be the clumsy guy in the dark room. Rather than flipping on the lights, they’re just gonna keep on stumbling along, positive they know they’re going the right direction.



The power of melody

People who know me, know that I am not that into music. I didn’t listen to a lot of it growing up, so I never really jammed out to any tunes. I didn’t go to concerts or have a favourite album that I would take to me on a deserted island. When I needed to zone out I tended to gravitate towards books, as reading was my preferred choice of escapism. When people talked about their favorite band I would pretend to know who they were talking about and pray they wouldn’t ask me what songs of theirs I liked.

That being said, the power of music still looms very large for me. Usually, though, it’s in the form of a song that accompanies something else, like a good scene in a movie. I think my earliest memories of actually loving music was the cassette tape series “Beethoven lives upstairs”, which was essentially a friendly way to introduce children to classical music. That kind of music I’ve always enjoyed, the songs that don’t involve singing.

Take for example, the movie Inception. The music plays such an integral part of that movie, and in such a surreal way, that to think of watching that movie without the songs seems also sacrilegious. The way the music is weaved into the plot of the movie is something that blew me away when I watched the film and it remains today one of my favorite movie viewing experiences. “OH SHIT THAT BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP  NOISE IS THE EDITH PIAF SONG SLOWED DOWN, HOLY SHIT MOTHER FUCKER!”

Another example is the TV show Westworld. That show gripped me like few other shows have, and in many ways it is due to the soundtrack by Ramin Djawadi. The haunting use of the piano, along with doing piano covers of many popular songs (hey I know a few songs damn it) helped make Westworld one of my favorite TV shows I have watched in the last decade. I mean, sure, am I predisposed to loving any movie about a theme park that goes off the rails and ends up with humans dying? Damn straight I am. Give me a Jurassic Park scenario and I will watch it.

Theme park about seagulls that ends up with seagulls killing humans? I’ll watch it.

Theme park about Slurpee machines turning on their human overlords? Watch it.

Theme park about theme parks taking over theme parks, that eventually ends in human demise? Watch it three times.

It’s not just the premise of Westworld, however, that drew me in. The music of the show is just so god damn compelling, and I didn’t even realize until halfway through the season how much I relied on that music to emotionally attach me to the show.

Slow and ominous, the theme starts off almost in a curious haunting manner before picking up the pace with tension filled notes, perfectly capturing the spirit of the show.

Then there is the train theme:

Again, another slow paced song, but once again, something that immediately brings to your mind the image of the train rolling into Westworld. It’s a song that is subtle, but by the time half the season had gone by, I realized how impactful this song was. When I heard this song my mind immediately began revving up for another crazy ass hour of humans, robots, violence and sex. “THE ROBOTS ARE HAVING SEX WITH OTHER ROBOTS, WHAAAAAAAT”

One of my favorite scenes of season one, however, wasn’t a haunting tune. It was the cover of Paint It Black. The scene it was used in was to introduce a villain to the show, and it was a scene of a great robbery.

WARNING: If you have not seen Westworld please do not watch this clip. Watch the show first.

When I first watched the scene I recognized the song but didn’t place it until halfway through the scene. When I did I was pretty much like “Oh fuck, well done, this is dope” but by then the scene had whisked me away.

I don’t often get carried away by movies/TV, but this scene fucking grabbed me and had me in the palm of its hands. The mix of action, and slower talking scenes while the music simmered in the background was fucking top notch (a technique used in Game of Thrones, which I will discuss shortly). You have guns, deaths, bravado, emotion, all mixed into one, carried to the tune of Paint it Black.

Basically I have Westworld on my playlist now, and every time I listen to it it brings back vivid memories of the show, which is all you can ask for, really.

Which brings me to the Light of the Seven. Now, I have no idea how music awards work, but my god, if there are awards I pray to god them delivered a truck full of them to Djawadi for his work on Game of Thrones.


I had put off watching Game of Thrones for years because I was one of those “Enjoying the show? Yeah, I read the books already” guys. But once I accepted George RR Martin was probably never going to write another book again, I realized HBO would be my only to see the future of the universe of my beloved Starks.

So I finally watched season 5, and I watched with interest, but a bit detached, because after all “I had read the books already”. Season six started, and that’s when shit started getting real for me. Getting resolutions to things that had been basically years in the making for me was awesome (Sandor confirmed alive mother fuckers!). Season six was great, I truly enjoyed it.

Then episode 10 came along, and man alive, holy fuck, that fucking soooooooooooooooong man. Like, the pacing of that song while you watch Cersei put together her revenge??




I don’t even have words to describe how much I loved watching this play out. Djawadi used the haunting piano base to create an intense, but slow and deliberate pace, mixing in instruments and vocals when he wanted to elevate the emotion of the scene. It was like watching a mad scientist create his perfect specimen, a magician weaving spells to create one of the most amazing TV viewing experiences of my life.

Now, this might seem like a shit ton of hyperbole, but there is a reason I am writing a random blog that 3 people will read about it, and it’s because Djawadi fucking nailed a home run. Like, when I write a good story I get pretty excited when someone tells me “Hey man, that story really resonated with me, that summed up how I felt exactly.” When someone tells me “Hey man, I almost teared up a bit reading that” it blows me away because through my chosen medium of art it means I reached someone on a deep level. That I was able to connect human emotions together, that’s the best any art can ever hope for.

Now, by my nature, I am pretty closed off. I don’t like to feel emotions because I just don’t trust them very much (I grew up in a chaotic emotional household so I began to view emotions as the enemy). So when someone through their medium is able to break through my defensive mechanisms  and can connect to my emotions, it’s a pretty significant experience for me. Djawadi, through his music, was able to make me experience that final episode so much more than if it had been without music. I experienced emotions and got lost in what I was watching. It whisked me away to another world without looking back. I would pay for that experience any chance I get. It’s like those rare moments when the your sports team actually come through for you, it makes you forget your problems in life and you just live in the moment and forget about the small things for a brief, delicious moment.

Obviously the characters and the show played a large part in everything. Without them, the music is set to a black screen. But imagine that episode without this song? Imagine it set to Smash Mouth’s All-Star? The tone of the episode switches. Every action you see gains the impact of a wet noodle. Suddenly you’re wondering why shooting stars break the mold as wild fire breaks loose.

In short, this episode of TV was one of the most gripping things I have ever watched, and in large part it’s because the music was spot on. I loved every second of it. I can still picture in my head all the events leading up to the end of that episode. So so so good.

Anyways, that’s my rant for the day. As I said, I don’t let my emotions flair up, but when a good song comes along and enhances the shit out of something, it’s a god damn glorious thing.

Thank you Ramin Djawadi.

The misery of the NHL playoffs

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Nauseousness. Increased heart rate. Nervousness. The urge to drink. Closing your eyes and hiding under a blanket. Screaming at inanimate objects. Performing complex rituals because you know for sure they bring your team more luck.

These are the symptoms of overtime games in the NHL playoffs. Symptoms that only grow in strength the further your team advances. It’s like Frodo in Lord of the Rings. The burden of the Cup gets worse and worse until you find yourself exhausted, trapped by a spider, and just wishing you had one more piece of Elven bread, wondering if you’ll ever get to do an out of place pillow fight with your friends. It’s a pretty universal sports feeling.

Here’s the thing, though. When your team has never won a championship in your lifetime? The pain is far far worse.

Which, yes, I know, isn’t a big leap to make. “You mean fans that have seen a Cup win can handle losses better? No shit Wyatt. You stupid idiot. Moron. God I hate you. WHY DO YOU EVEN EXIST.”

First off, relax. I know it’s on par with CBC telling us the next goal in a game 7 with under a minute to play “feels like it will be a big one”.

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I just want to dive into the specifics of why it’s so much worse, because honestly, there are some people that were born into winning teams. There are some fans who simply don’t know, or don’t quite remember, how awful a gut punch it can be to lose deep in the playoffs in a close series. Some fans who have seen their teams win championships get confused by losses in the playoffs, and maybe even hurt a little bit, but they don’t get mentally crippled like fans that have never see a championship win.

Let’s use an example. The Pittsburgh Penguins. If they had lost tonight, a lot of their fans would have been mad. Some of them still would have been convinced the NHL photo-shopped Kessel’s shot to appear like it was on top of the net. They would have felt pretty shitty for the rest of the night and probably gone to bed angry. Possibly skipped their ice cream dessert.

But the next day, they’d go to work or school. They’d start feeling sad. Then they’d put on clips of one of their last couple of Cup wins. They’d watch the joy of their team winning in the past, and they’d suckle on that teat so hard until they regained some balance to their emotions. Sure, the overtime loss would still sting for the summer, but they could always return to the well of happiness to help get them through the pain.

Take it back a step further, and let’s look at Penguins fans before they ever won a Cup with Crosby, but weren’t alive/mentally aware of the team when they won the Cup with Mario. They could at least look at highlights of their team winning the Cup and at least know it was possible to win it all. That the Hockey Gods/Gary Bettman and Colin Campbell were not in fact singling out their franchise for misery. They could look at the fact they had their second generational hockey talent and go “You know what, I think everything is going to be all right. The guy is in like 27 Tim Horton’s ads, there’s no way he’ll go Cupless.”

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Now, let’s compare that to a team that loses that has never won a Cup. The minute they lose that big game, fans are already cataloging everything that happened during the series to try and figure out what went wrong. You start going over every play in every game trying to figure out ground zero for the butterfly effect that led to this loss. You need to make sense of it all because you NEED it to make sense. You cannot live with the fact that this just sort of happened, because then how can you prevent it from happening again??

In 2011 for Vancouver, Malholtra’s injury has been scientifically proven to be the ground zero for the series of events that led to the 2011 loss.

Malholtra gets injured, the team loses center depth, Kesler gets played more, the team goes up 3-0 on their arch rival Chicago Blackhawks, then out of nowhere Toews is accusing the Canucks of being frauds, so you laugh it off, but wait, now the series is 3-3 so you start thinking “How the fuck did Toews know we were frauds???” but then Burrows and Kesler play the best damn game of their lives in game seven and then out of no where Burrows slays a god damn dragon and this shit is on, this Cup run is serious now baby, and then you take out Nasvhille, watching as Kesler singlehandedly destroys Smashville in a series that elevates Kesler to god status in Canucks Nation, then you get to the Sharks, and the gods themselves plunk a puck off a stanchion and now the team is in the finals and a local blogger gets some traction on a twitter account named after it, but Kesler got injured that game, and then soon half the team is injured including Dan Hamhuis who just wanted to land a dope hip check on Lucic but somehow exploded all of his organs, suddenly you’re finding out the NHL apparently uses frames per god damn second to decide upon a suspension of four games of Aaron Rome, who before this it was “fuck Aaron Rome, why does AV loves him so much” but at this point your team is so decimated it becomes “WHAT THE FUCK, AARON ROME IS ONE OF OUR ROCKS BACK THERE” and he’s gone for the rest of the Finals, so now you’re hearing stories of the team calling up Nolan god damn Baumgartner on the beach to come play for them rather than put in Keith Ballard who by this point has been mind fucked so hard by Vigneault that he literally thinks the puck is a grenade and he plays like shit with Bieksa, then Luongo can’t buy a win in Boston to save his life, back before he laughed off the misery and became loveable, and you wonder if Schneider should have gotten a start but then Lappy wins game 5 for you, but before you know it, there’s Luongo blowing another game in Boston, and now you want to physically hurt people who said “I hope the Canucks lose a game so we can win it at home!” when the team was up 2-0, then game seven arrives and there’s Adele, singing a song that you will never not associate with the horrifying game 7 loss and before you know it, yup, there’s Gary Bettman, smirking as if to say “You actually thought I’d let you have this trophy, Vancouver?” before handing it off to that Sasquatch motherfucker Chara, who proceeds to air guitar dry hump the Stanley Cup on YOUR ice, so you head outside and say to yourself “Well at least we didn’t riot this time-” only to see A GOD DAMN CAR FLIPPED OVER, LIT ON FIRE, WHILE PEOPLE RIOT.

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All of this while the entire media outside Vancouver was shitting all over the team and you’ve been told it was the worst team ever put together, full of awful human beings.

And that’s just in a series that ended with a game seven that wasn’t close.

This shit scars you.

Now, in a series that’s close, it’s easier to pick a villain or a reason your team lost. You can point to one event and go “yup, that’s it, that’s what fucked us.” With 2011, there were so many things you could point to that went wrong that it became hard to focus your anger. In a way, that helped not get past the loss, but kind of forget about it a bit. “I’ll get back to being mad and sad later, it’s just a lot of effort right now to try and figure out what specifically to be mad and sad about.”

In 1994? Nathan Lafayette hit the post.

Now instead of kind of diluting your anger over a series of events, you focus it all on one player. And even thought you know it’s not his fault, you can’t help but hate him and in a sick way, come to believe he meant to do it just to make you feel like shit. Just the mere thought of the ’94 Finals and you could zero in on two things, Mark Messier pumping the Cup, and Nathan Lafayette’s post. Both induce rage at alarming rates.

Losing a close game seven in the Finals might be one of the worst things you can experience as a sporting fan. Especially now in our HD era. Soon we will have horrifying losses in 4k resolution. This thought haunts me at night. Like the Simpsons foretold us, we will actually be able to see when a player’s heart breaks after an NHL series loss.

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Now, Ottawa’s loss wasn’t in the Finals, but it was a deep run, and it involved a lot of overtime wins. Which also hurts because after your team wins multiple close games, you start feeling like it’s destiny. Like, there is no way anybody would be this cruel to you by having so many close wins for your team if they weren’t meant to win it all. Now add in an out of this world run by Karlsson, some epic games by Craig Anderson, an iconic career defining moment from MacArthur, a dick trick from Pageau, the crazy overtime wins, and you know what, the math adds up. Ottawa was meant to win the Cup.

Except the Hockey Gods hate you, and yes of course they are laughing about you being so gullible. So of course they want to hurt you by making your team lose.

You know what the worst part is, though? Years removed from the loss, you’ll find yourself on one of your YouTube rabbit holes. You know, you start watching a music video and it reminds you of another video and then you end up on your teams goal song and then BOOM, you’re knee deep in failed Cup run highlights.

You’ll start watching the rounds and games your team won. Remembering the good times. Remembering when it felt happy to watch hockey. Then as you get closer to the last game of the losing series, you’ll actually starting thinking to yourself “Wait, what if I’m crazy and not remembering this correctly? What if my team actually won and I’ve had it wrong all these years?? What if THIS is the time I watch this clip from game seven and my team actually wins? Lafayette went bar in, right?” Like, you’re so sick that you’ll actually ponder if somehow  you can warp time and create an alternate reality right there. “Boy, me and my friends will laugh about this!” you’ll say to yourself before you watch the Bruins win yet again and you start sobbing and eating fried chicken out of a bucket.

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Alternatively, you’ll actually start memorizing plays that went wrong, plays you feel were vital in the loss, just in case they invent time travel so you can go back in time and give a heads up to the players.

“You Dan, don’t go for that hip check bro. Just poke check Lucic. Trust me.” then watch as your team wins the Cup.

And that’s how it will go. Forever. Until your team wins a Cup. You’ll pocket that horrifying loss in your heart and mind. And you’ll do your best to forget about it. But until your team wins a Championship, you will find yourself on YouTube. Drinking gin and crying. Wondering why Adele is legally allowed to make music.

So to Senators fans, I salute the shit out of your run. I didn’t have a horse in the race (aside from wanting Burrows to win) and even I felt the impact of that loss. I know it’s way worse for you guys. I wish you good luck in trying to forget this sports loss. Don’t go near YouTube for at least six months.

For the Penguins fan who tries to sympathize to their Senators friend?

“I remember in 2008 when I was SO sad…”

Just don’t.


Canucks Cult Classic: Rick Rypien is your champion

Back in March I started up a Canucks Cult Classic tournament (only players who played in the last 20 years were in it) to try and give Canucks fans a fond look back at some of the players who might not have achieved the heights of fame of superstars, but still enjoyed a period of time in the fans heart. To let us look back at some old hockey clips, and have a good laugh at times gone by.

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To no one’s surprise, Rick Rypien won the entire tournament (You can check out the tournament bracket HERE). The outpouring of love and affection for Rick from Canucks Nation continues to this day, a testament to the popularity of the kid from Alberta. As hard as Rick fought for the Canucks on the ice, Canucks Nation will continue to match that effort by fighting on his behalf off the ice, keeping his memory strong.

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Eddie “Bedroom Eyes” Lack took second place, which again, was not much of a surprise. Eddie’s popularity on Twitter combined with the voting process taking place on Twitter, solidified a strong voter base for him to ride all the way to the finals. It’s hard not to vote for the guy who lives the taco life so hard that he has an actual tattoo of a taco on his body now.

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Third place was taking by The Hoff, or as we fondly remember him, “The last defenseman who looked good on the Canucks powerplay.” He took out a surprisingly popular Mason Raymond with a close 55% to 45% victory.

Other fun notes from the tourney:

  • The biggest margin of victory was the absolute beating Rick Rypien gave Darren Langdon in Round 1, with a 97% to 3% victory, with at least one of those 3% admitting the voted Langdon by mistake
  • Recency bias and the popularity of the 2011 run powered all 2011 representatives through round one, with none of them losing their match ups
  • As much as people ragged on Mason Raymond, there is a lot of love for the guy who set the standard for “skates really fast and falls down a lot”. He got 74% of the vote or higher for the first four rounds until he got KO’d by the champ Rick Rypien in round 5.
  • Round One match up between Andrew Alberts and Rory Fitzpatrick ended in a tie, which had to be decided upon by Sportsnet’s Dan Murphy. He went with Alberts, leaving Fitzpatrick once again on the outside in a voting situation.
  • Lee Sweatt proved he was the superior Sweatt brother, taking out brother Billy 72% to 28% in the first round.
  • Anson Carter shockingly made it to the third round, taking out Trent “Drive him to the airport” Klatt, Aaron “5 FPS late” Rome, and Cody “The Chosen One” Hodgson before Eddie Lack dropped him with a taco.
  • Jayson Megna did not get out of the first round, sadly. Tanner Glass of all people smacked him 90% to 10%. Coach Willie voted as hard as he could on all the devices he owned, but it was to no avail.
  • Rypien tore through some of the big favorites and had arguably the toughest path to the finals. His list of opponents included Maxim Lapierre, Kyle Wellwood, Jarko Ruutu, Mason Raymond, and Eddie Lack.

To everyone who partook in this fun little exercise, I thank you for your comments, memories, and talks we had along the way. It was a lot of fun, and I will be doing another tournament of sorts like this next March (but with a different theme)! Until then…

The Tryamkin Saga

If Tryamkin was just a buddy of yours who moved west to try his hand at working for a construction company in Vancouver before deciding it wasn’t for him, this situation would be rather bland. It would be a story of someone trying out a job in a new country, deciding he didn’t quite understand what the hell the foreman with the twitching mustache was always talking about, and heading back home to a more comfortable, happier situation.

You’d give him a bro hug, give him a bro hand shake, and tell him “You do you bro, text me when you have your Xbox set up and we’ll play some Fifa.”, and you’d take a selfie together to commemorate the moment. That would be the end of it.

Except this story took place in the world of pro sports, where nothing is as simple as that. Instead we have two camps starting to form. Camp Happy and Camp Give Your Balls a Tug.

Camp Happy wants Tryamkin to just live life, and enjoy it, you know? Whatever makes him happy. In his interview given after he decided to sign back in Russia, Google Translate painted a picture of a man who had a hard time understanding why hockey decisions were made. He didn’t know why his ice time fluctuated the way it did. He didn’t know why he didn’t start the season with the Canucks. Hell, he almost went home to the KHL in November, after the Canucks tried to convince him to go to the AHL, despite having a clause in his contract that prevented such a thing. Going back to the KHL makes life much easier for Tryamkin, who also suggested, via our favorite translator Google, that ice time wouldn’t be an issue back home.

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And it’s also probably safe to say culture shock played a part in the decision. Vancouver has had an interesting history with Russian players (Bure, we’re talking about Bure, you all knew that), and not very many Russians have played on the team as of late (shout out to Shirokov). It’s easy to wonder how prepared the Canucks were to help acclimate Tryamkin to North America. Do you bring Pedan up even to be a healthy scratch just so there is someone who can speak Russian with Tryamkin? Maybe Pedan can help talk Tryamkin through the transition into North American life. Of course, we don’t know what the Canucks did behind closed curtains, but the speculation will be there that “more could have been done” to help ease Tryamkin into Vancouver.

Then there is the hockey itself. Nikita found himself in the NHL, where “HACK THE BONE!!!” is more likely to be screamed then “nice job on that poke check”. This was put clearly on display when he was surprised as to why Jamie Benn would want to fight him after a clean hit:

Doug Lidster talked about how Tryamkin would apologize after taking a penalty, and you could see it on his face any time he was in the penalty box. Nobody looked more ashamed of himself than Tryamkin when he put his team down a man. While we pretend to celebrate that mindset with the Lady Byng trophy (“I’ll take what trophy does Alex Mogilny hate the most for $500, please”), if you’re a big defenseman, the NHL wants you to play mean. We’ve seen it with Marek Malik in Vancouver. When you’re a tall dude, people get confused why you aren’t crushing skulls out on the ice. “But dude, you’re tall. You were lucky enough to be tall. Use that size to your advantage, damn it!”

Even worse, Nikita was SO good at it when he did get physical. He was smart about when he laid out his hits, he wouldn’t often put his team in a bad position chasing a hit (hey Gudbranson). His super human strength rag dolled people left and right without him even trying. It was like watching Andre the Giant on ice, you just want to see him body slam people into the ice. Except Nikita probably just wanted to know if anybody wanted a peanut, instead. It was hard not to get caught up in the thought process of “But what if Nikita was mean every game?” It was easy to day dream of having an angry giant on your team.

Yes, the team sat Tryamkin down and tried to make him emulate Chris Pronger. Which was done I am sure with good intentions, but you know when the video showed Pronger stomping on Kesler’s leg or ending Dean McAmmond’s career, he was probably weeping asking “why would you wish that on anyone?” That’s also ignoring the absurdity of showing someone a unique generational talent on defense and telling them “be more like that”. It would be like showing a local indie wrestler a picture of Brock Lesnar and telling them “be more like that.”

Especially when juxtaposed to the helpful caring Tryamkin we saw most of the season. He was the first to lend a helping hand to a fallen teammate. This is a guy who hit Horvat with a shot and was the first on the scene to apologize. Or was on the bench patting Edler’s knee after Alex was bent over in pain. Or was helping slide an injured Sutter to the bench. It truly felt like “being mean” wasn’t really a huge part of Nikita’s makeup.

Then there is the infamous “step up” quote Coach Willie dropped on Nikita.

I know in media we can overreact to things, but that does seem particularly over the top from the coach to lay a loss at the feet of Tryamkin. Needless to say, you can envision a season of a team hammering away at him to play a style he just wasn’t comfortable with wearing down on Tryamkin.

Then you add in family concerns (his wife is from Russia), and you can easily see how Nikita found the KHL a more appetizing place to ply his trade.

On the other side, you have Team Give Your Balls a Tug (Sutter is a full time member I’m pretty sure, Goldobin’s membership is pending).

This is the side that will put the onus on Nikita to gut it out. To get over the hardships of adjusting to life in the NHL. To put the team first and do what they ask of him. To make it his life goal to be the best teammate he can be, and that includes doing whatever they ask of him (like, in sports. If they ask him to kill someone off the ice, he can say no.) “Team first!” is a big issue people have with the Tryamkin situation because hockey is a team sport, and again, hockey has historically been very very very punishing to people who stand out and do things that are seen as “bigger than the team”. It’s a culture that shut down PK Subban for doing triple handshakes with Carey Price. Hockey can be weird sometimes.

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Then there is the Cup. The Stanley Cup is the best trophy in sports, don’t @ me. Winning that Cup and getting to hoist it over your head is the ultimate dream for many a hockey fan. It’s ingrained in our North American hockey culture that you do everything in your god damn power to achieve that goal. You’ll play on crutches, you’ll play on broken legs, you’ll play with a missing face, you’ll do whatever it takes to win that Cup. There is nothing quite as fun as getting swept up in the wartime metaphors used to describe a team willing themselves to a Cup win. It’s the most romantic aspect of hockey and one I admittedly quite enjoy. There is a reason one of the most famous pictures in Canucks history is a beaten down Trevor Linden and Kirk McLean.

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You get a hockey boner just looking at that.

So when a player isn’t actively doing everything in his power to win the Cup, it can be hard to take. “But I don’t understand, why wouldn’t you want to win the Cup. Because it’s the Cup. That’s the god damn slogan man. ‘Why’d you murder that dude? Because it’s the Cup’ is probably a viable legal defense in Canada. Many people would give their left nut (or half their….labia?) to play for the Stanley Cup, so when you perceive someone not going all in for that dream it’s almost an affront to you as a person.

There is also the Russian factor. Again, we are diving deep into “hockey culture”, and I am not trying to bag on it too hard, because I grew up in it and participated in a lot of it so I understand it, but there is some shortsightedness to it. I mean, Don Cherry as a kid? That guy was the best. Rock Em Sock Em videos? Amazing. Those videos were YouTube before there was YouTube for hockey fans. When you got older though, you began to realize he had a very xenophobic approach to things, and you can see a lot of that in hockey culture in regards to Russian players.

From not bothering to learn how to pronounce European names (and to be fair, Bieska), to disliking “Euros” for not playing physical (it took the most illegal elbow of all time from Pavel Bure before Don Cherry gave him the time of day), it all resulted in talk of Russian’s being these mysterious enigmas. “They dance in the shadows, they eat babies at night, they cover themselves in blood, what else do these enigmatic Russians do???” Anytime Crosby has a scoring slump he’s “gripping the stick too hard”, anytime Ovechkin struggles, “he’s an enigmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” sort of deal.

An easy example of this bias is Shane Doan. Shane Doan plays in the NHL’s version of the KHL. It’s a different lifestyle in Arizona. You go to the rink in shorts year round. Nobody really cares about your career when you’re over there. And you’re never going to win a Cup there. Yet year after year, Shane Doan refuses to leave there, because he’s….happy there. You’ll see a bit of pushback from some fans questioning his desire to win, but for the most part Shane Doan is seen as this noble creature, a guy who puts family life before hockey, and god damn, what a hero for sticking it out in the desert even if we witness his soul actually collapsing in on itself when Hanzal gets traded.

But because there is the slightest (tiniest) chance he can win the Cup, and probably because he’s Canadian and thus not legally allowed to be labelled an enigma, nobody really questions his choices on choosing life happiness over career aspirations. There is also the romanticism of playing for one team his entire career to drizzle over top of it as well, and he’s the Captain, so “team first!” is easy to apply to him. Yet realistically, both Doan and Tryamkin chose situations they were most comfortable in, with family being a driving force, both of which significantly reduced their chances of winning a Cup.

What’s the end point, you ask? There is no real person or thing to blame in the Tryamkin situation. There is truth to be had from both camps. Honestly, Tryamkin has leverage a lot of players don’t have; an alternative to the NHL that they are happy with accepting. It would be foolhardy to think more players wouldn’t choose an option over the NHL if they felt it was on par or better than what they currently get. One only has to look back at the WHA entering the hockey world to see that players are, at the end of the day, independent contractors who will chase down the best path for them (Frankie Corrado would kill for a WHA league).

The NHL has a history of being the big dog in the yard (“This is my yard now” exclaimed Gary Roman Reigns Bettman amidst a shower of boos), and will do anything they can to flex their muscle. Look at the lockouts, look at the NHL emails that get released during court cases, or simply look at that absurd “reserve clause” which basically stated “fuck you for trying to have options”. I mean, think about that clause. It’s insane to think that existed. “When your contract runs out, it doesn’t really run out? Like, when the contract dies it kind turns into a ghost, and that ghost keeps you for a year, then the next year, that ghost has a ghost, and it keeps you for a year, and it keeps doing this until you die. UNTIL YOU DIE.”

The NHL has done a very good job of not only indoctrinating the idea of “Cup or nothing” but also “NHL or nothing”. Make no mistake about it, Gary Bettman probably pulls out lotion and kleenex at night when he reads the “reserve clause”. The NHL would go back to that time in an instant.

So yes, at the end of the day, Russian players will always be risky acquisitions. They have the KHL option that many other players don’t have. There is a legitimate concern over investing time and money in them. But it’s not because they’re enigmas, it’s because they have options.

Tryamkin simply chose to exercise that option.

So I say to Tryamkin, “You do you bro, text me when you have your Xbox set up and we’ll play some Fifa.”

The curious history of Kevin Weekes

While doing my Canucks Cult Classic tournament, Kevin Weekes’ name came up when he faced off against Raffi Torres in the vote off. Some people wondered why Kevin Weekes made the Cult Classic list. Well, children, gather round and let me tell you a tale…

Kevin “Goalie of the Future” Weekes arrived in Vancouver via the infamous Pavel Bure trade. Dave “Not a throw in” Gagner, Ed Jovanovski, and Mike “Which one” Brown.

There were high hopes for Kevin Weekes, as the team had been in a constant state of “please dear god we need a number one goalie” ever since Kirk McLean’s career began to spiral downwards after 1994. Dubbed “The goalie of the future” by Brian Burke, Weekes’ play in Vancouver was highly anticipated. People were desperate for a high return on Bure (Jovo was the big piece in the trade, but nobody was quite sure he’d turn into the player he eventually did for Vancouver), so a lot of eyes were on Kevin.

Alas, Weekes only lasted two seasons in Vancouver. He went 0-8-1 in his first season, and 6-7-4 in his second. He had brief flashes of potential but he never lived up to the large label Brian Burke had thrust upon him.

Now, goalies that don’t last long in Vancouver are nothing new. “The Goalie Graveyard” moniker wasn’t awarded to the city for no reason. What was interesting about Weekes was the turn of events that led to him being traded. Events that culminated in a debate over an injured knee, and a rather bizarre car jacking story.

On his way to the game, he’d gone into a dry cleaner in downtown
Vancouver to pick up some items he’d dropped off earlier. When he walked out of the shop, he was approached by a man.

“Are you Kevin Weekes?” the man allegedly asked.


“Follow me,” he said.

At this point, Weekes told coaches and team security, the robber hopped in his car and started driving.

It’s worth a read, the article also goes over Marc Crawford absolutely losing his shit at Kevin Weekes over his knee injury, as well as the rest of the details of the alleged carjacking incident.

I often think of time periods in Canucks history as Before Social Media and After Social Media and can’t help but think that Kevin Weekes is lucky this occurred before Twitter had reached it’s height. Think of the piles of car pictures people would be tweeting at Weekes…

So yes, while Kevin Weekes might not have had a long storied career in Vancouver, he certainly earned his spot in the Canucks Cult Classic tournament. A story that will live in Canucks history infamy.



Canucks Cult Classic Tournament!

In the proud tradition of “oh shit it’s March Madness time, I better hop on that sweet sweet bracket madness goodness and do something for my brand”, here comes my entry into all things tournament related…

The Canucks Cult Classic Tournament!

So, the premise is simple. I didn’t want to do a “Best Caunck of all time!!!” tournament because that would just boil down to the same 6 guys, and eventually Henrik Sedin would be given the crown, with someone complaining about Pavel Bure getting shafted.

Rather than do that, I thought it would be fun to do a tournament to crown the lesser known guys. Maybe a guy who didn’t have quite the career of the top guys, but had an impact in Vancouver nonetheless (negative or positive).

This means it could be a guy who had a solid period of hockey in Vancouver but was always kind of lost in the shadows to other superstars. Maybe it’s a guy who had one magical moment on the ice that stands out in your mind. Maybe it’s a guy who was notorious for something. Maybe it’s just a guy, standing front of a girl, asking you to love them. For whatever reason, maybe you found someone on this list that you just became a huge fan of, and you want to see them win.

I set the parameters to plays within the last 20 years to make this as accessible to people as possible, so the younger folks didn’t have to pretend to know who Jiri Bubla was. I also tried to avoid the recency effect by not taking anyone from the last year or two, mostly because I fear everyone voting Jayson Megna out of spite.

As with all tournament choices, there will probably be some names on here you think should have made the cut. I asked a panel of hockey experts to vet this list, and we agreed upon these names. Experts ok? So back off. I SAID BACK OFF.

Also the seeding in this tournament is random, so don’t jump all over me for Mason Raymond being ranked number 1.

I will tweet out the match ups on the ol’ Twitter box, and you can check out the list of names and tournament progress here:

OK, let’s keep this clean, and have fun out there, you know? Let’s just have some fun. Stick to the systems. Give it 110%.

More stories from Lee Chin’s time with the Canucks

If you haven’t heard by now, an athlete from the Gaelic Games was sent over to spend some time with the Canucks this season, to see how things compared between the two endeavors. It’s like Wife Swap, but with sports.

Enter Lee Chin, a hurler from the Gaelic Games. If you’re like me, and curious what “hurling” is, one person described it as “a cross between field hockey and murder.”

Which is why it was a bit surprising to find out that Lee Chin was taken aback by his time spent with hockey.

Highlights of the article include Lee’s shock that the Canucks drink beer the day before a game, and the Canucks usage of the age old “slump buster”, here called a “change up”, where a player gets wasted and tries to get laid, in order to break a scoring slump.

Now, being the investigative journalist I am, I knew there was more to this story. This felt like it was just the tip of the ice berg. So I reached out to my contacts, and I got more of Lee Chin’s stories. You thought “change ups” were the most salacious thing to come out of his time here? Wait until you see the rest.

1.) “They had this thing where coach would blow a whistle and each guy would ditch his gear, lather up in oil and start barking like a dog. They called this “moon shining”. Once they oiled up they’d pair off and put on a helmet and charge straight at each other, trying to knock the other guy out with their head.

They had this little guy, looked a bit like an elf ain’t he, Tony Stretcher I think. He was small, but he was knocking guys out left and right. Ended up winning the whole bloody thing. They presented him with a crown after he won, and then them creepy Twins recited Swedish limericks in his honor. But like, deeply personal ones. You could tell they did their research and put a lot of effort into them. At one point this one bloke, Jason Megaman I think, just starts bawling his eyes out. It was quite moving now that I think about it.

Then Stretcher was allowed to pick the warmup music. “Moon shining” was just so they could pick the music for warm up. Bit of a shocker, ain’t it. We usually just hit random play on our ipod.”

2.) “After each practice was over, their coach would line up each player and tell them the good things they’d done, and the bad. It seemed pretty normal, if a bit excessive. Then when coach gets to this Megaman guy, he just looks at him and hugs him. Starts crying. Coach won’t let go of him. At one point it gets hard to tell who is hugging harder, Megaman or the Coach. And this goes on for 11 minutes and 14 seconds, give or take the minute it took me to realize something weird was going down.

So they just hug and the rest of the team just watches. Nobody tells them to move it along. We all just watch. Coach is whispering “never leave me!” and Megaman is all “I’ll never leave you.” and this goes on for near 12 minutes.

Finally they stop hugging and coach and Megaman high five each other, and coach moves to the next guy. I’m wondering what’s going to happen next, like, is this escalating to new heights, what else will we see. Next guy, Coach just straight up rears his foot back and punts the guy right in the tallywacker. Guy goes down like he’s been shot, he’s puking left and right. Coach stands over him and tells him he needs to “earn his ice time” and then screams at him “where’s your car now, bitch!”. Poor fella ruined his nice hair with puke. Golden Robin I think his name was.”

3.) “I met their President, real chipper fella, name of Trevor Linden. He seemed normal enough, but he wouldn’t stop eating granola bars. I mean, not just “oh he had 2 or 3 a day” I mean, he had 2 or 3 every 5 minutes. Bloke wouldn’t stop eating them. Double fisted them left and right. You’d talk to him, and you’d want to keep eye contact, but you couldn’t help but stare at all that granola that he was eating. He’d offer you a bar, but you could tell from the tone of his voice, he wasn’t actually offering.”

4.) “We were all at lunch when their Managing Officer Jim Benning comes to join us. We’re at some fancy steak place named after Batman’s home city, and Jim looks at the menu and just announces “Do they have steak here?” and everyone laughs and laughs. And I mean laughs. And this goes on for a couple of minutes, people laughing at this joke. Except their eyes, they ain’t smiling. Eventually one player stands up and begins applauding. Soon everyone is standing up, applauding, and whistling and clapping. I’m like “What the hell is going on here” but I just keep clapping because maybe this is some weird Canadian tradition and I don’t want to offend anyone.

Jim is sitting back looking right pleased with his self, when suddenly his face gets real angry. I look around, wondering what could cause it, and I can’t figure it out. Then I see him glaring at some bloke who sat down and stopped clapping. People gasp, and I mean it’s an audible gasp, right out of some sort of sitcom, and everyone looks over at this guy who sat down. This guy is taking a selfie of himself for Instagram.

Wouldn’t you know it, it’s that Golden Robin fella. Coach Willie comes charging out of nowhere, like, he wasn’t even at dinner with us so I still have no idea how he was there so fast, and punts this guy right in the ball sack yet again. Guy falls over, pukes left and right. Coach orders a “Knuckleball” and all of a sudden everyone starts punching and kicking this Golden kid, chanting in unison “Kill the pig! Bash him in! Earn your ice time”.

Then the Sedins read a really morose limerick to him. But again, it was really really good, assuming you could ignore the puking, bleeding guy on the ground.”

5.) “On my last day there, I was saying goodbye to the lads, and I was going to swap jerseys with Bo Horvat, a young kid who seemed to be quite good at his job. I got along quite well with him. So I’m trading jerseys with him when Coach comes in the room. Coach yells out “Give me a curveball” and Bo just walks away from me, stops our conversation dead in its tracks. Found it a bit rude, yeah, but he walks over to the middle of the room. All the players are standing in a circle now. They all take out beers and shotgun them in the room and I’m thinking “they have a game in an hour, this seems crazy” but they’re shotgunning beers left and right. Then someone puts on the soundtrack to Grease, and these guys are singing along to Grease. Hutton is singing Summer Nights with Tryamkin, and this giant man is nailing the falsetto parts. Blew me away.

Then they finish up the song and head back to their stalls. Keep getting geared up. Horvat talks to me like nothing happened.

That was probably the most normal thing that happened during my time with them.

Then when I left, the Sedins read a really nice limerick to me.

Good lads, the bunch of them, but I don’t think they know the science behind a lot of things.”

The era of Alex Burrows is over

By now you surely know Alex Burrows has been traded.

A quick glance at your social media timeline will confirm it. Sandwiched amongst the Trump tweets and Oscar memes, you will find hundreds of gifs of Burrows slaying the dragon against Chicago.

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“The Canucks are trading Burrows tomorrow.”

If you read enough of the tweets, you might even think that Alex Burrows recently died. The way people glowingly talk of Burrows and his career here certainly borders on over the top reverence.

After all, if you’re not from Vancouver and you simply check Burrows’ career stats, you might walk away confused.


“Sure, 384 points and 822 games played is a solid career, but it’s nothing special. If it wasn’t for my bum knee I could have gotten that!” you tell your beer league buddies after a solid 12-9 win at 8 Rinks.

But that’s the thing about Burrows. He kind of excelled under the shroud of “nothing special”. It was kind of his thing. It’s how he worked his way all the way from being a Canadian ball hockey God to being a key figure for the Vancouver Canucks in their infamous 2011 Stanley Cup run. After all, if Kesler was the legs of the 2011 core, and the Sedins were the brains, Alex Burrows? He was the heart.

Which again, just underscores how bananas it was that Alex Burrows was out there, scoring goals, biting fingers, and being a pest, in hockey’s biggest game. This from a guy who went un-drafted in the NHL.

But if you look back at his career, you can see the same pattern repeat itself. Burrows, tossed to the bottom of the pile and forgotten about, grinding his way up the lineup. With the Shawinigan Cataractes in the QMJHL, he was a fourth liner, watching future team-mate Radim Vrbata pile up the points while he grinded out his 30 points on the fourth line.

The next year? He watched as Pominville exploded for 121 points. Except this time? Well Alex Burrows doubled his output to 70 points, tied for third in team scoring.

The NHL though? They didn’t care. They had no time for a young kid from the QMJHL with a plucky spirit and elite ball hockey skills. He wasn’t a sure enough bet for them. So in a scene straight out of Rudy, Burrows had to make a choice. Give up on hockey, or fight for his dream.

Well, fight he did. And so began several years of Burrows trying to prove his worth. He played for a variety of teams that sounded more like Batman villains than actual teams.

The Greenville Grrowl.

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Yes, that’s right, they have three ‘r”s in their name. Get it? Grrrrr. Grrrrrowl.

Their logo looks like a puppy that wants to play fetch.

If you’ll excuse me, I need to dry heave.

Up next? The Baton Rouge Kingfish.

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Tell me you can’t picture Batman fighting someone named after that team.

“Well I say, I say, if it isn’t Mister Batman. Can I interest you in some of this here cornbread?”

Yes, I picture Foghorn Leghorn as the voice for this character.

Now, do I have questions about how a fish can hold a hockey stick? Sure, we all do. But we should probably move on.

Burrows’ first year in the ECHL? He got 32 points.

His second year? He once again doubled down and got 73 points.

Alex Burrows, working away, proving everyone wrong, yet again.

Next on the career docket? The Columbia Inferno. Which fair enough, is a pretty sweet name.

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Still sounds like a mid 90’s roller hockey team name, but cool nonetheless.

Once again we run into a weird dog based logo, however. This one looks like a dog with a bone you’re trying to take away.

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If you’re a child, do you want to hug that angry looking dog? Probably not.

Still, Burrows made it to the Inferno, and used his play there to once again move up the ladder. This time to the AHL Manitoba Moose (which sounds downright boring at this point).

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One step away from the NHL.

Now to many people, making it to the AHL is a giant accomplishment in and of itself. A lot of people wouldn’t have been able to work their way up to that level of hockey.

And in fact, Burrows bounced around a couple of times between the ECHL Inferno and the Manitoba Moose. There was plenty of time in there to think to yourself “maybe I should look for a normal job and forget about this hockey thing.” Except Burrows kept working away. And he kept working. And he eventually got called up to the Vancouver Canucks in 2005.

Alex Burrows, NHL hockey player.

And AGAIN, that was also a point in which many people would have been damn proud to obtain. Having a cup of tea in The Show? That’s the sort of thing you can use as a pick up line in bars for the rest of your life. Burrows, though, kept plugging away.

And initially we all saw him as a fourth line agitator. The dime a dozen guy who can play a couple of seasons for your team, maybe provide a few laughs annoying the shit out of the other team, then see ya later. 12 points in 43 games and 9 points in 81 games in his first two seasons seemed to confirm that.

Except Burrows did what he always does. He put his head down. He did what the team wanted from him. And he still managed to find a way to raise his game.

He puts out a 31 point season in 2008. He gets voted the most exciting player on the team. He gets voted the unsung hero of the team. He in fact gets voted the most exciting player three years in a row, proving he wasn’t a horrifying Zack Kassian anomaly.

All of a sudden Vancouver is loving them some Alex Burrows. Even better, they are loving how Ryan Kesler and Alex Burrows are turning into some buddy cop film. One guy a french Canadian, the other a guy from Michigan. Except they’re both bad cops, there is no good cop. Suddenly visions of the Canucks having Frick and Frack out on the ice, being an elite top level 3rd line duo float through Canucks Nation’s head. Tell Kelly we said hi.

But of course, it gets better. Suddenly one day, during an extended losing streak, Alain Vigneault comes up with a plan. The ol “I’ll just toss someone new with the Sedins and see what happens” plan.

The first thing that stood out? That move. The infamous breakaway move Burrows would use for many years to terrorize goalies.

Secondly? That goal celebration. Snapping the stick over the leg. Iconic.

The goal that turned around the season.

The goal that led to Burrows playing with the Sedins for many many seasons.

The goal that led to slaying a dragon.

The goal that led to a Burraparound.

The goal that led to Alex Burrows being a key figure in so many emotional situations. If there was a big moment, Alex Burrows wouldn’t be too far away from it. It didn’t even have to be a hockey situation. When Luc Bourdon passed away, there was Alex Burrows celebrating a goal in his honor.

It was moments like these that made Alex Burrows such a special player for so many people.

It’s also why when the media and other fans would go after Burrows, or when Ron MacLean went on his vindictive war path and used mind reading technology to try and bury Burrows for having the audacity to call out a bad referee, it just made people in Vancouver rally around Burrows even stronger.

Ron MacLean continued his war with Burrows for several seasons, even talking about how Burrows might have opened a gate up intentionally to hurt an opponent.

Which led to the world’s worst apology in which Ron name drops once again how he’s a referee, so you know, calm down.

“I’m sorry you guys got offended. We just like to have fun! Grapes? GRAPES IS THAT YOU? I’m a ref you know. Mike Gillis doesn’t know what the hell you’re talking about. GRAPES IS THAT YOU??”

But I digress.

The point is, there was, and still is, a reputation of Burrows being a trashy player. His reputation of being an agitator? Well deserved early on in his career. Burrows did what he had to do to make the team, and he has to own the fact he was pretty lippy during that time. I think Burrows would agree he regrets some of the things he said during that time.

The biting of the fingers, the hair pulling, again, not something he is going to be proud of. It’s not a great look in the macho world of hockey.

But what confuses people is how Brad Marchand was getting celebrated in 2011 (even to this day some people gun after Burrows more than Marchand), while Burrows’ was being buried. And Burrows, once again at the heart of an emotional conflict, became a kind of center piece of the “us vs them” mentality that was such a key part of that 2011 core. For some reason, that team was pretty much hated by everyone else.

Maybe it was because they won so much. Maybe it was because they had some cocky players.

Whatever the reason is, people outside Vancouver just really learned to hate them. Which yes, isn’t that shocking. Good teams get hated all the time. What WAS shocking was the level of hate Vancouver got.

Mark Recchi calling the 2011 Canucks the most hated team he’s ever played against? Really?

It’s weird. It really is. This isn’t a team that stood head and shoulder above other teams with dirty hits. This wasn’t a team that had a lot of players who actively tried to hurt people with illegal hits. Oddly enough Raffi Torres was probably their dirtiest player in 2011 yet Burrows got more hate than him.

There was just this big wave of “**** you Vancouver” that made people circle their wagons in BC. It’s what made 2011 such a big deal. Any Stanley Cup Finals is big, but there was something extra involved in that one. It truly felt like Vancouver vs The World. We actually watched as a Bruins team physically beat up, and broke, the Canucks, and somehow the Canucks were made out to be the dirty villains in all of it.

It still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

Burrows was a central figure in all of it, though, so you’re god damn straight we defended our boy. Alex Burrows was one of us, so screw you for talking shit about him. Damn straight he bit someone’s finger, why you putting finger in his mouth anyways?? Sure, he could be a jerk on the ice, but what team doesn’t have those guys? Hate him on other teams, love him on yours, we all know those players. We had your back, Alex.

In the years that followed the Cup run, Burrows career continued. He scored fewer points. He began getting less time with the Sedins. Eventually he was relegated to the bottom lines, to the point where people wondered if he should be bought out of his contract.

But this is Alex Burrows we’re talking about. Just when you think he’s out, he finds a way back in.

All of a sudden in 2017, there’s Alex Burrows on the Canucks best line with Baertschi and Horvat. All of a sudden, there’s Alex Burrows chipping in goals again. All of a sudden, there’s Alex Burrows helping Bo Horvat and Sven Baertschi up their game.

And then even at the trade deadline, there’s Alex Burrows. Agreeing to go to Ottawa. Getting a contract extension with Ottawa, helping the Canucks get the most value from him.

Even until the end, Alex Burrows remained the ultimate team player. There is a reason Ottawa wanted to trade for him, even if mostly for his impact on the room.

Every once in a while a player comes along to a city that people just connect to. And yes, the Sedins are the best players in Canucks history. People love them, no one doubts that. When they retire, there will be speeches for days.

But not in the same way people love Burrows. Maybe it’s because we can relate to Burrows and his never ending fight to live out the ultimate Canadian dream. Maybe it’s because Burrows wore his emotions on his sleeve. As good as the Sedins are, they are very muted with their emotions. Coldly efficient, like a step father who loves you but can’t quite figure out how to show it.

Kesler could have been loved, but he was like a shallow, hot girlfriend/boyfriend. Great in bed (playoffs), but you knew it wouldn’t last, so you just tried to enjoy it while you could. Now you stalk his Facebook timeline while drinking at night.

Alex Burrows was special, though. And this might seem overly dramatic. Maybe it’s coming across too strong. But take a look in a coffee shop on game day. Go look in your grandma’s closet. Gaze around the stands at a Canucks game. You’ll see a name on a lot of those jerseys.


Alex Burrows, a guy who started at the bottom, and worked his way to the top.

A guy who became a fan favorite.

A guy who became a leader on the best team in Canucks history.

A guy who was part of one of the greatest Cup runs in Canucks history.

A guy who just wanted to win da turd, you know?

He will be missed in Vancouver.

He will forever be a Canuck.

The 100 year analytics war continues in Florida

House Analytics Valois and House Old School Plantagenet seem destined to battle forever, in their war to control the NHL.

Today’s latest battle? The firing of a Florida Panther’s coach.

Yes, the Florida Panthers have oddly enough become the scene of a great fight between those who love their intangibles vs those who love their numbers.

I feel like I swing back and forth with agreeing with both sides on certain things. I tend to lean slightly more towards the numbered side of things, mostly because with the old school approach you get dismissed in arguments with “have you even played the game, bro” and :

I mean, as a writer, I should love this approach, writing yourself towards a conclusion that just seems to fit. You see a situation unfold in front of you, you don’t quite know why it’s happening, but hey, bad leaders have screwed things up before, right? And that group of guys seem soft spoken, right? Shouldn’t leaders be Mark Messier Alpha Males? Grabbing people by the scruff of the neck, chopping off their own arm so they can beat the opponent to death with it, and then shotgunning a beer after the game? That’s a real leader.

Yep, “soft leadership” it is!

Don’t get me wrong, I think players who have played at the NHL level can add insight we regular Joes don’t have. I also think there are some intangibles we can’t rate through a pure number based system. The analytics response is “we account for that in our models” but I personally don’t think the models can account for everything yet. Even if you look at today’s advanced stats, they have evolved a lot from where they were even five years ago, so things are always changing. Human nature is a hard thing to figure out, which is always a wrench in the engine of many a statistical model.

And both sides get their victories in the war. Sometimes a player advanced stats won’t stop talking about as being this hidden gem for years, ends up a bust. Sometimes a guy who is tough and “good in the room” plays for a couple of seasons before his career halts and he ends up as an analyst on TSN.

Sometimes a team wins a Stanley Cup and it’s randomly decided by Don Cherry that Shawn Thornton turned things around.

Maybe in a perfect world, both sides work hand in hand to see if they can combine their approaches to become the ultimate team.

But today is not that time. And now we watch as the Florida Panthers fire a coach, and outrage hits the media twitter world.

Now, to be fair, the Panthers situation is an interesting one. From most accounts it looks like the owner wants his guys to be running the show, and they are still in the midst of re-arranging the old regime. Gallant? He was from the old regime. And it’s been stated by some that the way he coached the team wasn’t in line with the new regimes thought process.

It’s also not crazy to suggest that an owner can have a negative impact on a franchise. That has been the soup of the day in Vancouver for years now. Unorganized teams exist. They can also be run very poorly. So yes, you could see the Panthers firing Gallant and simply shrug your shoulders and toss it on the dumpster fire you think the Panthers team is becoming.

It could also be just what Bob McKenzie states, though, a philosophical divide between management and coaching. And maybe this was always the inevitable conclusion of an old school coach not getting on board with a new approach. In a perfect world the new regime would have come in, made all their changes on day one, and started anew. But that is rarely how the NHL works. Look at Brian Burke when he took over the Canucks. Even he gave Keenan a token “old college try” before firing him.

And in the end, it almost doesn’t even matter which side is right. The way I look at this, is it’s a great experiment. If you’re one of those old school guys, a guy so angry they fired one of your buddies who always gave you a great quote, or a guy who gets so angry when “computer nerds” influence a decision, why not just sit back and watch?

Seriously, this is one of the greatest experiments of the Analytics War we’ve had yet. Why not applaud the Panthers going all in on numbers. Hell, cheer them on, lend them your calculators, and watch them burn if you’re so sure they’re clueless. See what happens.

For most people, this promises to be an exciting time for people wanting to see if different approaches can work in the NHL.

Showing a high level of vitriol over this move comes across as “Old man mad at the kids playing on his lawn” more than anything else. Disagree with it? Sure. Calling out the “geeks and their numbers?”

In the words of a great man…