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The Hockey Strike is the Fans’ Fault

By Jason Menard

So the NHL and the NHLPA have decided that since they can’t share the big ball of wealth that they’ve got to play with, they’re simply going to pack up and go home.

Everybody who is passionate about the sport seems to have an opinion about who’s to blame in this mess. There are those railing on about the greedy players and others talking about the mismanagement of the owners. And then the common refrain is heard, “The only one’s who are really suffering are the fans!”

Ah, but the fans are not as innocent as they have been portrayed. In fact, the fans are probably as much to blame – if not more – than either the owners or the players for this mess. The fact of the matter is that, despite increased ticket prices, indifferent treatment by both players and owners alike, a poorer quality game, and exorbitant rates for everything from parking to souvenirs to refreshments at an arena, the fans continued to go to the games, drop their hard-earned coin, and pay these salaries.

We, the fans, have become enablers for the very activity we despise. I’ve been asked by many non-hockey fans why teams charge so much for (insert item here: tickets, apparel, beer), and my simple answer has always been, “Because they can.” They’re simply charging what the market will bear and, unfortunately, the market’s been willing to bear too much.

I’m no economist, but I know that if someone was willing to pay me a million bucks to write a column, I’d be typing so fast my fingers would bleed! The word no would be out of my vocabulary for a while, in this case. So why do we begrudge the owners for charging top dollar for what’s essentially junk?

People across this great nation of ours lament the poor quality hockey to which we’re subjected. Their love of hockey is more rooted in the past than any sort of present. But still, instead of showing their dissatisfaction, they continue to flock like lemmings to the Air Canada Centre, the Bell Centre, or any other steel and glass hockey shrine (usually one that’s been funded by taxpayer dollars.)

There’s a lot of talk about the lack of fan interest for the southern US teams. But can this really all be attributed to a lack of interest? I think we should actually be proud of those fans who aren’t allowing themselves to be ripped off! They’re putting their money where their mouths are. Why pay for a product that’s inferior?

We’re the ones that are held hostage by our passion for hockey. You wouldn’t think twice about not going to a restaurant that charged you top dollar for poor quality food, but asking you to give up those cherished season’s tickets is akin to asking you to give up your first born! It’s only those of us in the “traditional” (which I believe is a euphemism for gullible) hockey markets who chose to ignore the product, the service, and the entertainment value, and shell out more and more of our hard-earned money each year. Maybe the time has come to look at our collective ravenous appetite for hockey and temper it with some common sense.

Now that the NHL is gone, hopefully these same people that are outraged by the owners’ and players’ actions will now support other options like Junior and University hockey. The excitement is building for the Memorial Cup. Fan support of the Knights has never been higher and this should happen right across this great land of ours. True hockey fans should stop worrying about what they’re missing, and discover what they’ve missed for all these years. Junior Hockey (or AHL, or any number of leagues) provides entertaining hockey at a fraction of the cost.

Support these leagues, and even after the NHL comes back with their empty apologies and hollow statements of love, continue to support them. We live in a market-driven society. When we stop paying the prices that these teams demand and, instead, give our money to a more affordable option, then the NHL will get the point.

Then ticket prices may start coming down. Then a beer may not cost you a second mortgage. Then maybe we’ll be as smart as those fans in the Southern U.S.

2005 © Menard Communications – Jason Menard All Rights Reserved

A Canadiens’ Fan in a Maple Leaf World

By Jason Menard

It’s at this time of year that I can really relate to Kermit T. Frog when he woefully sang, “It’s not easy being green…”

You see, I bleed the blue, blanc, et rouge of the Montreal Canadiens in a Toronto Maple Leafs world. You may not have noticed us, as we tend to gather in small groups, in living rooms with the blinds drawn, to commiserate over the fact that fate has dealt us a geographic blow.

But once in a while you will catch the more intrepid members of our community at your local pub, gathered around what invariably ends up being the smallest TV in the joint, tuned to SRC, watching our beloved Habs take flight. While around us – the flickering glow of the numerous big screens tuned to Hockey Night in Toronto – er, I mean, Canada, illuminate the faces of Maple Leaf fans who sit, or stand, in reverence of the boys in Blue and White.

But look closer at those Canadiens fans and you’ll notice the slight differences between them and their Maple Leaf brethren. They display an air of serenity and poise, but are very careful not to show it.

Some may say that it comes from the hypnotic effect caused by watching Jacques Demers’ inhuman number of chins wiggling during intermission. And while it’s true that we don’t have the pomp and bluster of Don Cherry to wake us from our reverie, the disposition of a Montreal Canadiens fan comes from one thing, and one thing only – success.

Each year Toronto Maple Leafs fans in the area whip them up into a frenzy of anticipation believing that this, finally, will be the year! With every goal for and goal against their mood swings faster than Benny Goodman on amphetamines. And each year they plunge from the euphoric highs of a series win to the inevitable despair that comes with their ouster from the Stanley Cup playoffs.

And those Montreal Canadiens fans? We try to suffer our defeats with dignity. But woe is the Habs fan whose allegiances are exposed to this Maple Leaf-dominated world. Like vultures circling a dying carcass, Leaf fans have in recent years feasted on the Canadiens misfortune.

What is that old saying? Oh, yeah, misery loves company. Taking their cues from their spiritual leader, Grapes, Leaf fans have delighted in bombarding their Canadiens-loving cohorts with bravado. Feeling that ridicule combined with volume can fill the void caused by their own lack of post-season glory.

“Theodore couldn’t carry Belfour’s jock strap! Our Swedish captain is totally better than your Finnish captain! Domi would have kicked Ribeiro’s butt if he tried that diving trick on the Leafs!”

And yet that wry smile never leaves the lips of the Canadiens’ fan. Like an internal mantra, the Habs fan takes solace with thoughts of the great Russ Courtnall for John Kordic trade, the Harold Ballard years, the Maple Laffs moniker…

But most of all, the Habs fan finds comfort in the Cups. We draw our strength from generations of success. While Leafs fans hold fast to the thought that “if the refs only called a penalty on Wayne Gretzky…” and what might have been, Canadiens fans can take comfort in countless memories of sipping from Lord Stanley’s mug.

Sure the recent years have been lean, which is what makes this year’s playoffs all the more exciting. So go ahead and fly your flags from your car, flood the street in celebration of a first-round win, shout from the top of your lungs that this is THE year! We Habs fans will smile in bemusement at your desperate need for success and validation.

So as we enter the second round, and as the Maple Leaf bandwagon groans under the weight of ever-more people jumping on as it lumbers along to another early tee time, we Canadiens fans will simply enjoy watching you take that ride. Early-round success? We’ve been there and done that. Wake us when the parade’s being planned.

And if all else fails, we can always fall back on the line: “At least we’ve won our Cups on colour TV…”

2005 © Menard Communications – Jason Menard All Rights Reserved

A Sour Cherry?

By Jason Menard

Does Don Cherry really have to be our standard-bearer for free speech in this country? And what does it say about us as a country when we fail to be outraged at borderline-racist comments, but a seven-second delay sends us into a tizzy?

As a result of his latest verbal assault against Europeans and French-Canadians, Cherry’s Coaches Corner segment is now subject to a seven-second delay, wherein some unfortunate soul has his or her finger on the trigger, waiting for the volatile Cherry to say something inappropriate. I’d hate to be the one doing that job.

So now Cherry, instead of being exposed as the ignorant buffoon that he is, now is at the centre of a cause célébre – pardon my French – and what he says is now obscured by the discussion of his right to say it.

Let’s put things into perspective here. Cherry has become nothing more than a shameful self-parody. Instead of using his high-profile, national forum to effect meaningful change to a game we all know and love, he has to continually one-up himself on a weekly basis. He absolutely has to be outrageous and controversial, but not for the sake of making a point, but rather to cover up his total lack of substance.

The plain fact of the matter is that very few Canadians take Cherry seriously. Some will watch and laugh at his bombastic antics, so may agree with certain aspects of his weekly diatribes, but few would consider him an authoritative voice on the game.

Much like Zsa Zsa Gabor and Elizabeth Taylor, he’s no longer famous for his contributions to society, but rather he’s famous for being famous. Honestly, how many people – especially the newer viewers to Hockey Night in Canada – actually recall his coaching career when compiling a list of his attributes? Outrageous jackets, yes. Starched collars, sure. Dog named Blue, OK. A stint behind the benches of the Bruins and Rockies? Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

The scary thing is that the majority of Canadians have become desensitized to his xenophobia. We laugh it off and say, “Oh, that’s just Don being Don.” And that’s easy to say when you’re on the English-Canadian side of the fence. But his shtick doesn’t carry the same weight elsewhere. Having lived in Quebec for a number of years, I have seen first-hand that Cherry’s anti-French and anti-European diatribes elicit anything from minor annoyance to – and this is worse – a confirmation that these are obviously the opinions of a majority of English Canadians because they don’t bat an eye when he says these things.

Just think of the emotions that get stirred up when someone from the U.S. slights our beloved nation. We become outraged and lament the opinions of these ignorant Americans – but by our support of Cherry, are we any worse?

But despite all of this, I don’t believe Cherry should be censored. In fact, I do believe we need people like this in our world so that we can point at them and mock them mercilessly. We can sift the sewage out of their bombast, hold it up for examination, and expose it for the ignorant drivel that it is. It’s more dangerous to allow these sentiments to fester in private, where they can grow to a disproportionate size. This is the beauty of free speech – we can all share our ideas and have them subjected to public scrutiny and analysis to highlight both the flaws and strengths of our ideas.

However, I don’t think our nation’s publicly funded broadcast network should necessarily be providing a five-minute stage dedicated to an individual who goes out of his way to alienate an important segment of our Canadian cultural mosaic. But, unlike Cherry, I refuse to pass judgement on the rights of others to watch what they choose. And I don’t think mass censorship is ever the right solution.

In any case, I have the greatest time-delay device at my disposal – my remote control. I watch hockey for the love of the game, not to see the pathetic attempt of an increasingly irrelevant talking head struggle to stay in the public consciousness.

2005 © Menard Communications – Jason Menard All Rights Reserved

Like Déjà Vu All Over Again

By Jason Menard

See if this sounds familiar to you. A nation, secure in its dominance over a sport, and assured of its dominance suddenly finds itself given a rude awakening by a shift in its very foundation as – seemingly out of nowhere – multi-talented, polished athletes from overseas lay claim on to the throne.

While you may think I’m talking about the recent NBA draft and European trend, that’s not the situation I’m referring to. In fact, go back over 30 years and you’ll find the same situation with your friends north of the border. History is a great teacher – but as the old adage goes, those who forget history’s mistakes are doomed to repeat them!

For many years, Canadian superiority in the game of hockey seemed to be a divine right – at least for those north of the 49 th parallel. The professional ranks were in large part populated by good ol’ rugged Canadian boys. The only stain on the Canadian resume was lack of success on the international scene. Instead of delving deeper into that, we Canadians haughtily (shocking for Canadians) chalked that up to the fact that our professionals weren’t competing in international competitions. If they were, surely we’d be skating those Europeans right off the rink!

Then can 1972 – and the series that roused a nation. The eight-game summit series between the then-Soviet national squad and a team of Canadian NHL all-stars was won by the slimmest of margins! With Foster Hewitt’s legendary “Henderson scores for Canada!” a nation breathed a collective sigh of relief – our armour dented, but not broken.

Fast forward to the past decade or so. American basketball dominance was unquestioned. The professional ranks were largely red, white, and blue in composition, with the occasional big man from overseas dotting the landscape. But slowly, international competitions between American teams and other countries became more competitive – so what to do?

That’s right – send in the pros! And for a while it worked. In fact, at times the matching up of assorted Dream Teams against weaker nations was almost comical – and certainly the end result was never in doubt. American hoops dominance was assured, life would go on, and the world would keep turning.

Until recently.

A sixth-place finish at the World Basketball Championships for the U.S. was just a start. NBA teams are turning their eyes more and more overseas to find the next wave of NBA stars. And in many cases, the players coming out of Europe are as good – if not better – than their brethren from the U.S. high school and collegiate ranks.

And now a nation looks inward and poses two major questions of itself. Why has this happened and how can we fix it?

“Henderson scores for Canada.” With those words, Hewitt ended one hockey era and ushered in a new one. Hockey was Canada’s game. And now these Russian upstarts – who just started playing in the 1950s! – almost snatched away our birthright. First came the excuses – our boys weren’t in shape, the Russians played as a team all year round, etc. But after that initial outburst of fury and confusion, the answers came out clear as day.

Canadian hockey hadn’t evolved. Our dominance was presumed, so where was the impetus to get better? What worked always worked, so there was no need to change. NHLers looked at training camp as a place to play themselves into shape, not refine their games. Canadian youth concentrated on playing games, not practicing and developing our skills.

By contrast, the Russians practiced far more often than they played. Fundamentals and the team concept were stressed. In fact, one of the major criticisms of the time (which persisted for many years) was that the Russians passed the puck too much! Conditioning was also paramount to their success. They took the best of the Canadian game, added to it, and created a finished product that was unlike anything before.

But the most fundamental change was that the 1972 Canadian squad was a team of stars, the Russian squad was just a team. Of course, certain names have stood the test of time, but they won as a team and executed as a team.

Now, let’s switch back to the present-day NBA. One of the main buzz-words coming out of NBA circles is that European players are better schooled in fundamentals. Their club teams stress a team concept and practice is integral to their development. Sound familiar?

In large part, the NBA of the past 15 years has been a star-driven league. Youth were peppered with images of Dominique Wilkens, Michael Jordan, and Sean Kemp soaring through the air. In fact, the term “posterized” entered the jargon of the game. But when was the last time you saw a well-made pass posterized?

So can things change for American basketball players? Well, yes – but it won’t be easy. Shortly after the 1972 Canada-Russia series, Canadian players and coaches began dissecting the reasons for the Soviet’s success. Instead of remaining an up-and-down the wings game, Canadians adopted some of the Russian’s all-ice tactics. More of a focus was placed on skill development and practice. In the end, we’ve come up with a hybrid sort of game. Canadians took the best of the Russian model and adapted it to our own game, while the Soviets took from the Canadian game to refine their own.

The process still continues to this day. The stereotypes of the rugged Canadian who wins with heart and grit contrasted to the “softer” European who plays with skill and grace continue to this day, but to a lesser degree.

In the U.S. there needs to be a fundamental change in the way the game is perceived at a youth level. The lack of polish on American players hasn’t resulted from players coming out of college early, or skipping it altogether, but rather the NBA has created this beast itself – selling images of the individual and not the team! When all you showcase are the individual artists, who do you think the youth are going to emulate?

Are things getting any better? Well, look at the recent NBA draft – everyone knows LeBron James, but how many people know what school he played for?

High schools need to stress fundamentals in their development, but where’s the motivation for a young player to buy into the team game, when it’s still all about the “Me”? So perhaps it’s going to take a few years of more fundamentally sound imports filling out NBA rosters before we see a shift in the way the game is presented.

Speaking from experience, making change is hard when it comes to a game you have always considered your own. However, without change there may come a time when you’re on the outside looking in, just remembering the good ol’ days.

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