November 08 2012 08:29AM
NHL owners are a fickle bunch. They're savvy investors, skillful prognosticators, overall captains of industry. But what Joey Middle Class and Johnny Blue Collar fail to understand is that these billionaires who preside over the day-to-day actions of the NHL franchises we all know and love and used to watch play hockey is that they too are human. Behind the steely gaze of a Murray Edwards or brash bravado of an Ed Snider is a small, withered, insecure husk of a man who wants everyone to like them and hopes that no one is around to embarrass them when they try to talk to girls.
Part of that insecurity we have to acknowledge as hockey fans is that these owners are prone to mistakes. Proprietorship over a club is like having that whole collection of Ninja Turtle action figures you had as a kid, except on a much larger scale where there are real people involved. Who you control. Safe to say, that power can go to your head. Owners who fall prey to their own egos will test the limits of what is accepted or rational or allowed, just to see if anyone tries to get in their way and stop them (Exhibit A). Naturally, this can get owners in trouble, and unfortunately, they don't see the errors of their ways until it's a little bit too late (Might I once again remind you to take a gander at Exhibit A?!?!)
But, as luck would have it, these executives are empathetic and tend to look out for each other, as if they let one man go down based on his own merit as a billionaire, that's one less person they can play laser missile squash with at their secret rich guy clubs that we're not supposed to know about. As such, they band together, looking for ways to safeguard their power and vast influence from their single greatest nemesis:
November 07 2012 08:21PM
From a long and disappointing absence (due to no NHL games), this author and all-around nice guy (right?) emerges from parenting and work stress to have the good fortune of supporting a great cause by being the successful bidder on the Kidsport Calgary breakfast with Bob Hartley. And, yes I do mean THAT Bob Hartley (Calgary Flames coach) and not comedian Bob Newhart or someone else with a similar name (although Bob Newhart WAS funny at times so might have been fun).
Anyways, I was lucky enough to put in a last minute bid on the breakfast for 3 friends and I to sit with Mr. Hartley at a table at the Kidsport Calgary Volunteer Appreciation Breakfast on November 16. So what's so exciting about that?
November 07 2012 09:26AM
Recently I had the chance to talk to Uffe Bodin, the Editor in Chief for hockeysverige.se. Uffe was updating the twitter-verse with the happenings around the various Swedish hockey leagues. I took the opportunity to ask how Mikael Backlund was faring playing with VIK Västerås HK in the HockeyAllsvenskan league. He replied...
After a short discussion back and forth, Uffe agreed to do an interview for Flames Nation specifically about Mikael and his start to this season. After all, who doesn't want another article about Mikis, right?
November 06 2012 05:16PM
Today marks the end of the gruelling campaign for the presidency of the United States. However, unlike an NHL season (remember those?), the winner of this campaign will actually have a very good chance of seeing the Stanley Cup. Multiple times, even.
If only it was that easy for the Presidents' Trophy winner. Sigh.
But I guess winning the Presidents' Trophy is very prestigious just in and of itself. I mean, you not only get the Trophy and a guarantee of two, maybe three home games in the playoffs, but the NHL even has a separate web page to recognize the winners...oh for God's sake.
Anyway, sharing a name for the ultimate prize (oh shut up and just go with it) is not the only thing in common between the NHL and the U.S. political system...
November 06 2012 12:25PM
Not a lot of Flames fans remember Rene Corbet these days. For good reason too; he was a wholly middling player and only haunted the Flames with his mediocrity for a brief period in the late '90's. Corbet was the first guy to sully the name "Rene" in Calgary before Rene Bourque finished the job this past season.
Corbet wasn't memorable as a player for any particular reason, but his name has stuck in my head like a bad pop song over the years because of what he represented to me as a Flames fan at the time: Calgary's fall from grace.