Today the Tournament begins. The greatest hockey players on Earth, separated by and assembled into into their respective nationalities, in the Land Where Hockey Was Born, will face off for the right to wear a golden charm declaring them the Best in the World. The prestige, the glory, the epic drama and the world class play. It’s all there in spades. It should be the best possible quality of hockey you’ll see and it only happens every four years.
So why am I stifling a yawn?
I’ll admit it right here and stop wasting your time (the way NBC does with it’s endless “human interest” stories about Olympic athletes). The Olympics bore me, folks, and though I have every intention of watching the Men’s Hockey games, I have to be honest and let you know that the shine has worn off for me. There was a time when the appeal and anticipation of a tournament like this would have made me giddy and restless but now, it seems, those days are gone. I remember the sublime thrill of the 1996 World Cup and debut of NHL players in the Olympics in 1998 with extreme fondness. International hockey became a must see event in my mind, the greatest of the great in assemblage to square off with everything on the line. Monumental stuff.
So why has it faded so much for me?
Well, as I try to analyze it, I come up with a couple of key factors that seem to affect the way I view things these days. I think it’s combination of the way the Olympic games in general are produced and packaged for network television, the dislike I tend to have for All-Star Games and the inability of any current contest to ever measure up to the drama and thrills of Times Past, most notably Lake Placid, 1980.
I guess it sounds foolish but what NBC does with the broadcast of the games in general most certainly hurts the hockey tournament in a guilt-by-association kind of fashion. The way things are packaged and doled out, often with the events broadcast pre-recorded instead of live, studded with commercials and wrapped up with incessant sappy stories about the athletes and their families in attempts to bring in a wider audience (i.e. more females. sorry, but it’s the truth) has completely killed whatever interest or importance I once felt for the Olympic Games as a whole. I guess it’s the difference between someone who’s a sports fan versus someone who watches because it’s an “event” but I just want to see competition. Whatever backstory I need can be relayed to me in brief drop-ins from the play-by-play guys or in a short segment in the pre-game broadcast. Any more of that and I feel it takes away from the Sport I’m trying to see and turns things into yet another episode of Extreme Home Makeover.
That the coverage is disgusting and has been for decades should not be news to anyone. I hate having to watch the games through the filter of an network broadcast package. Recorded and shown at their convenience, padded with nonsense, sweet and syrupy as an Eggo waffle soaking in Aunt Jemima’s.
In turn, I also am not a big fan of All-Star games in general. I never feel like games featuring such a collection of talent are any real indication of what the sport is really like and rarely include any of the qualities that draw me to the sport on a regular basis. This is especially true in hockey where the physicality is completely absent from that sort of play. Granted, in International competition, the hitting will be amped up and the higher stakes are going to inspire a more intense play, I still can’t shake the feeling, with so many highly paid stars on the ice for various teams, that I’m watching a sort of exhibition of talent rather than a blood and guts battle like you tend to see when it’s Stanley Cup time.
I’m sorry, I know it’s an honor to play for your team and it means more to others than to some, it just loses some of it’s fire when, for example, guys who are teammates in the NHL are now squaring off with one another on National teams. I mean, just how hard is Zdeno Chara really going to hit Patrice Bergeron when Canada and Slovakia meet up? Does he want to return to Boston as the guy who knocked one of the key centers on his team out for the rest of the season and destroyed the team’s playoff chances? Or is he going to pull up a bit when they go into the corner together? It’s a valid question, folks.
I think, though, despite the nagging issues listed above, there is something much deeper for someone of my generation that, for a very good reason, takes some of the lustre off of today’s games. Something that happened 30 years ago but has embedded itself in the heart and psyche of any American hockey fan alive and aware at the time. You know what I’m talking about of course.
1980.
I was 11 years old. Old enough to be aware of what was going on, the momentousness of what I was watching, the political tension in the air. Perhaps it was later in life I truly understood the importance of what had happened but, at some profound level, as I watched it all unfold, as I watched Jim Craig, draped in the American flag searching through the audience for his father, it impacted me like no other sporting even I had ever seen. The effects of that moment are still with me today. Would I have this passion for the game if not for that event in my formative years? Maybe. Maybe not. To say it was inspiring for a Boston kid, with the full knowledge of how many local guys were on that team, is a vast understatement. It hit me like a truck. A glorious, uplifting, emotionally transcendent truck with the letters USA on the front of it and the voice of Al Michaels blazing from a set of loudspeakers mounted on the front grille.
Yes. I believed in Miracles.
Nothing will ever match that.
Not that it’s the fault of the modern Olympics or Team USA or anything they do, really. It’s just that the bar was set high back then and I truly believe that no story will ever be the equal of the faintest shadow of that time. It simply cannot be.
Is that a good reason to dismiss the current games? I don’t know. Perhaps it’s unfair but, for me, that’s the way it is. Today’s games featuring The USA versus Switzerland, Team Canada versus Norway or Russia versus Latvia just don’t hold much appeal, regrettably.
Like I said, I’ll watch a lot of the key Men’s games. USA, Canada, Russia, Finland, Sweden. Maybe even some of the Women’s (though Team Canada’s recent 18-0 trouncing of Slovakia makes it difficult to take some of those match-ups too seriously). I’ll probably see some fantastic hockey. I’ll see Alex Ovechkin and Sydney Crosby at their best. I’ll see the best goalies in the world. I’ll get to see my countrymen battle in an underdog role once again. It should be a certain measure of fun, for sure.
But it won’t measure up. I think I’m ready for the amateurs to return, quite honestly. Keep the NHL’ers in the NHL where they belong, battling it out for a different sort of hardware. It may help bring back some of the charm and interest the games once held for folks like me.
Until then, here’s to the Closing Ceremonies and Regularly Scheduled Programming.
Comment Ça Va ?
February 22, 2010Don't be sad, Canada. You still have better health care than us.
One of the things I was looking forward to after the US upset Canada on Sunday was reading the comment section of the TSN game story. I always like to check in there when there’s any sort of hockey event that does not favor a Canadian perspective and, let’s face it, this one promised to be the motherload. As of this writing there were 354 comments posted ranging from wailing hysteria to bitter second guessing, mindless yahooism and just flat out denial. A sampling for your entertainment.
We’ll start with ptm:
I think we can safely file that one under denial. Much as I admire your passion, ptm, I think the folks at the home might need to tweak your medication drip.
A bit more of the river in Egypt from BigM13.
Riiiight. Losing this one wasn’t a bad thing even though it resulted in you finishing fifth and facing an apparently superior Russian team on the second night of back-to-back games. It’s a process. Like having to go to a shoot-out to beat Switzerland. Part of the process.
Now for a little bitterness and the predictable Brodeur bashing from the aptly named Sumtingwong.
Oh, of course, it was all Martin Brodeur’s fault, I’m sure. It’s just a sense of sappy nostalgia for days gone by that caused Babcock to play him in this game. He’s over the hill completely. Nevermind his 34 wins, 7 shutouts, GAA of 2.32 and saves percentage of .915 he’s posted while leading the New Jersey Devils to second place overall in the Eastern Conference, 4th best point total in the NHL this sason. Forget all that because he misplayed a clearing attempt and it ended up in his net.
Listen up, shmucko. Ken Dryden on his best day would not have won that game for you. If you think Luongo would have been the difference, you need to maybe think about switching over to curling as your favourite sport. Your posts are making me gringe.
Of course, Hedghog44 wants to back up your scapegoating.
Soooo… Marty Brodeur is just an overrated dog turd of a goalie who never would have won a damn thing if he hadn’t played in Jersey? Never mind the Calder, the 4 Vezina’s, the 3 Stanley Cups, countless All-Star appearences and the all time record for shut-outs. Just a fluke of the draft that people continually mention his name in the discussion of the greatest goalies of all time.
Let’s finish off this session with some more groundless optimism, this time from PaulVV.
This sentiment was a bit prevalent in the posting, actually. It was all lucky bounces that got the US the win. The Canadians outplayed and outworked them but the winds of fate and a crappy old has-been of a goalie did the good guys in. The last line there really says it all. “If we play the way we did on the night of our most humiliating loss in recent memory, we’re going to kick ass!”
Keep owning the podium, eh?
Tags:Abject Denial, Martin Brodeur, Mike Babcock, TSN, TSN Comments, USA vs. Canada, Vancouver
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