Sunday, December 12, 2010

Special Edition: Part IV - Donuts, Doonies and Don Cherry

Road Trip Recaps: Part I | Part II | Part III

Ah, Saturday.



After the debacle of the night before, we managed to get a few hours of shuteye in before we got up early in the morning.  If we were so hell bent on getting up there, damn if we weren't going to get in a full day taking in what the city had to offer before the game.


First stop? Tim Horton's in College Park.

Being the native New Englanders that we are, some of you might scream heresy. But remember, this is Canada.  There really aren't any Dunking Donuts here and Tim Horton's is basically their version of Dunks.


Make no mistake, their coffee pales in comparison.  And their idea of a large barely matches a medium back home. What they lack in java offerings is more than made up by their donuts, however.  I introduced Heather to the wonder that is the sour cream glazed donut. I'm a big fan of Dunks' glazed donuts, but those are yeast donuts.  Tim's are cake dounts, with a distinctive richness to them courtesy of the sour cream.  Needless to say, Heather is now a huge fan.  I only got a single donut at this store.  I knew that we would be back later.  Besides, we had another stop to make where we'd be sure to satisfy our appetites.


But first we had to make a quick side trip.


On our way to Tim's from the hotel. I noticed the Best Western Primrose hotel in the distance as we came upon the intersection of Yonge & Carlton.  I immediately remembered it as I had stayed there the last time I was in Toronto to see the Bruins.  That was on January 9, 1999.  The Bruins lost to the Leafs 6-3.  It was the last time the Bruins played at Maple Leaf Gardens


As this was a hockey trip, I would be remiss if I did not make an effort to show Heather this one-time temple of hockey. The building has not been used since the middle of the 1999 season, but the building is still there, devoid of lettering on the marquee and behind some scaffolding.


From there, we made our way south on Yonge Street towards the Eaton Centre.  The Eaton Centre is a huge multistory downtown mall that spans many city blocks.  If there is chain store you can think of, this place probably has it.  Seeing that it was just after 9:00 in the morning, the vast majority of the stores weren't open yet, so we made our way through the place.  Besides, do so provided a nice warm respite from the 20 degree wind chill.


Eventually, we made it down to Front Street and headed west.  Our next stop was but a short distance away: St. Lawrence Market.


When we were planning out this trip, we wanted to hit up more than just bars and typical tourist traps like the CN Tower.  And I solicited opinions from friends as to where we should go.  It was almost universally agreed that a trip to the market was in order.


With the exception of Boston, many of the great cities in North America have large central indoor marketplaces where local merchants, farms and purveyors sell their goods to the public.  Seattle is known for it's famed Pike Place Marketplace.  Philly has the Reading Terminal Market.  Baltimore has Lexington Market.


We were not disappointed.


Bakeries, butcheries, cheese shops, pasta shops, fish mongers, even a kitchen gadget shop, this place had just about everything.  The smell of the fresh baked bread was intoxicating, the line outside one particular bakery was wrapped around itself twice over.  It's a good thing we had but a small bite for breakfast. I found a bagel place that had homemade potato knishes.  They were good, but I should have had them warm them up first. We could not stop looking at the meat cases - not just the numerous types of homemade sausages and charcouterie, the huge rib roasts, stuffed pork loins and the exotic game meats. We came across one particular pasta shop where they were offering samples of their meat ravioli in their marinara sauce.  It seriously was some of the best pasta I've ever had and the sauce was to die for.  Even better, they had a guy making the ravioli right there using a really cool looking pasta extrusion/stuffing machine.


Wearing some Bruins gear, we found ourselves engaged in a few hockey conversations with the locals, all good natured.  What we did notice was an overwhelming sense of defeatism with the Leafs fans.  The fact that the team wasn't performing well and that the Bruins were ale to improve themselves greatly at the expense of the leafs, not just the Kessel/Seguin & draft picks deal, but the Raycroft for Rask trade as well.


As we finished making our rounds about the place (both up and downstairs), we decided we needed one last bite to eat and figured that we should try something that's a local delicacy - the peameal bacon sandwich.  So we stopped at this place:





Paddingtons. The self-proclaimed "Home of the Oink".  With a slogan like that, how could we go wrong?


For those not in the know, peameal bacon is a smoked pork loin dusted in cornmeal.  Its sliced thin and piled on a bun and served with a choice of condiments.  Heather and I went with the honey mustard.  It was fantastic.  Sweet, smoky, moist - the perfect blend of flavor and texture.  If you're ever in the neighborhood, I highly recommend you stop by and grab one for yourself.


After our marketplace jaunt, we headed back down Front Street to the one place any hockey fan should visit when in Toronto - the Hockey Hall of Fame.


This was my third time visiting the place.  Many of the exhibits were the same or had minor updates, but its always a good take, if not only to see the plaques of the newest inductees (well, except that DB Dino Ciccarelli).


Now, one of the highlights of any visit is finding the bubble hockey tables.  Technically known as Super Chexx, very few places have these nowadays, so when you find them, you've just gotta play.  And you knew that the HHoF will always have them. So when Heather and I found an open table, it was game on.


Except it wasn't.  Not quite yet, at least.


Seems that the tables only took Loonies, the Canadian $1.00 coins.  And all we had were paper bills and doonies ($2.00 coins).  We asked just about everyone around us if they could make change, but no one could help us out.  I was shocked.  He we are in Canada, where it's damn near impossible to buy something and not end up with a half ton of coins in your pocket and no one had a couple of loonies to change.  So I headed to the ticket desk and was able to get the requisite money.  Then it was game on.


Sadly, the tables there didn't feature the US vs. USSR matchup that I grew up with.  Nor did it offer US vs. Canada.  Rather, we had generic red and blue players.  But we did get O Canada as the anthem, which was apropos.  I ended up winning both games, the second one a bit closer than I liked it to be.


As for exhibits, there was not shortage of Boston representation, from the Bobby Orr display, to Don Cherry collectibles, Boston Garden nostalgia, All Star game memorabiliaWinter Classic uniforms, generic team displays and even Paul Stewart's referee sweater.  We spent a lot of time in the Stanley Cup room, which features one of my favorite architectural elements in the world.  The inductee plaques are neat to see, especially with so many Bruins included.  I always get a kick out the fact that Can Neely and Ray Bourque's plaques are located next to each other.  And then there is the Stanley Cup.  I took some pictures of it, but I refuse to touch it until the Bruins win it.  I did, however, snap a couple of photos of the 1970 and 1972 winners on Lord Stanley's chalice.


There was, of course, a lot of non Bruins stuff.  A couple of things that stood out to me: Ray Bourque's Avalanche sweater from 2001 when he won the Cup and Rush drummer Neal Peart's custom drum kit.


I'm really glossing over the hall here, but that's only because I've been there before.  If you haven't gone and you love the sport of hockey, whether it's the NHL, NCAA or international competition, there's something there for you.  And bring the kids too.  There are a lot of interactive games for them to play.


And what kind of museum doesn't have a gift shop?  The hall's store has relocated to upstairs outside the museum from it's old spot downstairs adjacent to the hall.  The new store is decidedly larger than the old one.  As one might expect, there's plenty of banal crap available (keychains, pencils, etc.).  And the children's clothing selection leaves much to be desired (I got my son a "the Next Bobby Orr" t-shirt.  The had no HHoF branded stuff in his size).  It was very heavy on Reebok branched merchandise.  But if you like hockey sweaters, particularly throwback ones, this was the place for you.


When we were in the checkout line, Heather had noticed a silver travel mug embossed with the Hockey Night in Canada logo on it.  She picked it up to look at it, only to find out that it was not for sale. It belonged to the cashier.  Oops.  But she liked it and really wanted one.  And I knew where we might be able to get one.


So we headed out on Front Street towards the entertainment district. Up ahead was the place I had in mind - the CBC broadcast center.  We went inside through a door that someone just exited through. The place was empty and the gift store appeared to be closed.  We went up to the security desk to see if anything was open.  Apparently, the gift store and museum were not open on the weekends. Weird.  It also was apparent that we got in through a locked door and the perhaps we should have not been in there in the first place.  That said, it would have been really cool if we had managed to bump into PJ Stock, Ron McLean, Mike Milbury or even Grapes himself, Don Cherry.


Well, that was bit of a bummer, but I had another place in mind that we needed to check out.  Legends of the Game is a hole in the wall place in the heart of the entertainment district on King Street next to Roy Thomson Hall.  This place is a memorabilia collector's dream.  The vast majority of stuff here is off-beat and out of the ordinary.  Looking for a Leafs sweater?  You might find one.  But you'll probably have a much easier time finding a Garth Iorg autographed Blue Jays pennant first.  The last time I was there, I picked up a really cool Don Cherry bobblehead.  This time, I got a 1994 World Cup pennant, new with tags, for $1.95.  Awesome.


At this point, Heather and I were getting a bit exhausted, having walked around the city for the better part of the day at that point.  What better way to recharge our batteries than to have an afternoon snack at Tim Horton's, conveniently located next door.  This time we went with the maple swirl, a cream filled donut frosted with maple and vanilla.  Heather found it a bit too sweet for her liking, but I loved every bite of mine.  We also used this stop as an opportunity to pick up some trinkets to bring back home.  Heather picked up the Tim Horton's coffee pot tree ornament.  I picked up a box of maple fudge for Jen.


We also took advantage of the free wifi to check in back home.  I also used this opportunity to check out all the news about the Adrian Gonzalez trade.  The day was looking bright. 


We decided to walk back to the hotel.  With the wind picking up off the water and the temperature dropping, I decided to introduce Heather to the underground tunnel system known as PATH.  In a stroke of genius, the City of Toronto has an entire network of underground tunnels connecting major shopping areas, hotels, public transit and corporate centers that spans the heart of downtown.  We made it back to the hotel, turned the TV on to the CBC to catch women's curling from Medicine Hat and relaxed for a bit.  We needed to get ready for the main event.


Up Next: Part V - It's Hockey Night Tonight!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Special Edition: Part III - Terminal Velocity and Panic in the Skies

Part I of our Road Trip Recap can be found here.  Part II is here.

After our harrowing experience on quasi-flight 4547, we returned to the terminal where three American gate agents were working.  All of the scheduled departures had taken off, so the terminal was empty.

The agents told us that there were two flights coming in and that they were seeing if they could turn one of the planes around to bring us to Toronto.  The even posted a 8:30 pm departure time at the gate.  So we waited around, hopeful that we'd get there sometime that night.

Around 8:15, they made an announcement: the flight was cancelled.

WTF?  

I said to myself, " not again".

To their credit, they said that there was an Air Canada flight departing at 8:55 and that they would try to get passengers without checked bags on it. I made an absolute beeline to the ticket counter and was second in line.  Problem was, the agents did not have authorization to issue new tickets.  They had to call Dallas for permission.

So here's my issue: As soon as American knew our flight was returning, why didn't they have the agents back in Boston start working on a contingency plan?  They had ample time to get things in order upon our arrival. Never mind the fact that we were all somewhat shaken.  No food or drink vouchers.  Not even an apology or any expression of sympathy.

So it's around 8:30 and time's ticking away as we await for the tickets to get issued. I'm hell bent on getting on that flight.  Our hotel room was paid for and if we didn't get on this flight, we had no assurances that wed get there in time for the game. Finally, we get our new tickets and are told to go to the Air Canada gate which just so happens to be on the other side of terminal B.  Problem was that that part of terminal B is on the other side of the parking garage, so we had to sprint.

Bags in tow, a bunch of us, maybe 15 or so, dashed through the American terminal, across the roadway, through the garage and straight to the security line.

We quickly got our jackets off, bags on the conveyor belt and tickets in hand.  Some of our stuff went through the x-ray machine.  Then the TSA agent took a look at our tickets and told us to hold up.  Not only were we not at the Air Canada gate (we were at the US Airways one), we had something else working against us.

"These aren't valid boarding passes."

WHAT THE HELL?

Apparently, the tickets the American agents issued to us had to be exchanged at the Air Canada ticket counter.  So we gathered our stuff again and mad a mad dash to the Air Canada ticket counter where there was one man working.

"Can you call them and ask them to hold the flight?" we asked.  He responded politely that he couldn't, but assured us that he'd be able to process all of our passes in time. Sure enough, he did.  We ran to security and they got us through in a very timely fashion.  I was excited, exhausted and exasperated.  I actually ran down the gateway, Heather trailing behind.  We got to our seats in the back.  It was night and day from our other flight.

This plane was brand new. Air Canada flight 369 was on an Embraer 175, a much larger jet with full size seats, video monitors in the seatbacks and USB ports to charge electronic gear.  Those of us who were on the other flight were joking a bit over what we just endured, but ultimately, we just relaxed as much as we could.

We took off and I was smiling.  I knew we were good to go.  That's when Heather turned pale as a ghost.

"I think I left my wallet at security."

Just then I got the ultimate feeling of dread.  Not because she didn't have her credit cards or money (she had her passport on her).  No, we freaked because the game tickets were in there.  In our rush to get to the new flight, with so many people running around and tossing stuff on the conveyor belts, it was highly likely that something was going to get lost.

We were still climbing, so we couldn't get up to check her backpack for another 10 minutes or so.  They were the longest 10 minutes in recent memory.  All the while, I was going through different scenarios in my head as to how we could get our tickets re-issued: Calling the Vice President of the Bruins who we have a relationship with, telling our sob story at the ticket window the next morning, even scalping new tickets.

Finally, the seatbelt light went off.  Heather jumped up out of her seat and grabbed her backpack.  She unzipped the big pocket as we gazed with anticipation.

There it was.  Oh thank god.  Whew.

Ends up that she left a bunch of magazines I had brought behind, but that was the only collateral damage fortunately.

The flight attendants came around with beverage service.  I thought about grabbing a beer, but their choices were bad and worse.  So I went with a coffee.  Heather went with a Coke.  Now here's where Air Canada get some kudos - their Coke is the real stuff, made with sugar, not with corn syrup.  It's a nice touch.

The flight was incredibly smooth and relatively short (the bigger jet apparently travels significantly faster than that piece of crap ERJ-135).  We landed at Pearson, passed though customs and bid farewell to our fellow passengers.  We had noticed on the flight that there was a shuttle bus (the Airport Express) that left the airport and headed downtown to a number of area hotels, including ours, for $19.95 per person.  This was significantly cheaper than the $55 plus tip we'd need for a taxi.  So when we got outside, we found the kiosk to buy tickets.  We were told that if we were to pay buy cash, just wait for the bus, which was coming in about 10 minutes.

The bus arrived, we paid our fare (there's a discount if you buy two tickets at a time) and got onboard.  The bus had power ports and WiFi, so we grabbed our phones and got online to let everyone know we had arrived and were ok.  We pulled into the Delta Chelsea around 11:45, checked into our room, dropped our bags and headed down to the hotel bar for a well deserved drink.

We got back to the room around 1:00 and passed out while watching Rogers SportsNet.  Besides, we had a long day ahead.

Up Next: Part IV - Donuts, Doonies and Don Cherry

Special Edition - Part II: Take Off to the Great White North. Sorta.

Part I of our Road Trip Recap can be found here.


See that picture? 

That's an American Eagle Embraer ERJ-135.  This was supposed to be the plane we
were going to take to Toronto.  Except that it wasn't.  Wanna know why?

Look closer.  See how the landing gear is retracted?  Yeah, see the thing is that the landing gear on ours' wasn't.

And it made for an eventful evening.  Let's take a look back, then.

I had booked our trip on Travelocity.  We got round trip airfare out of Boston on American Airlines and two nights hotel at the Delta Chelsea for a really decent price.   We had looked into flying out on Saturday morning to see if we might be able to hold on to our vacation time at work, but there were no flights out of Boston or Manchester that got us to Toronto before 3:30 pm without breaking the bank.  There was an Air Canada flight leaving Logan at 6:30 am, but that would have cost us over $150 more per person and we would only being paying for one night at the hotel instead of two.  Plus, we'd be spending a boatload of money, only to arrive and have no time to see the city.  So we booked the flights for Friday night at 6:45 pm knowing we'd have to bang out of work a couple of hours early.

It's a good thing we did.

I booked Heather's flight using her married name not knowing her passport was still under her maiden one.  When we realized that this was the case, we decided to get the ticket changed to her maiden name so it would match.  She'd bring a copy of her marriage license with her just in case.

So she called AA and Travelocity, and after wasting an inordinate amount of time on the phone her ticket was changed for a $25 fee.  Or so we thought.

I checked the online reservation to be sure and indeed the change had gone through.  However, when we went to the terminal to retrieve our boarding passes by scanning our passports, I got an error message with hers.  The kiosk told me to go to the customer service counter.  So we did.

Ends up that Travelocity screwed the pooch, royally.  While they changed the name on the reservation, they did not change her name on the actual ticket.  So the ticket agent had to call the American operations center in Dallas to get it fixed.  Apparently Travelocity does this all the time.  After waiting about 15 minutes, we got it fixed, albeit for a $25 name change fee and a $30 transaction fee.  Expensive, yes, but not as bad as it could have been.

So then we went though security where there was the smallest of lines, thankfully.  Sadly, not only did I have to pass through the full body scanner (not bad at all), but I was also patted down afterwards.  It was a half-assed pat down.  Well, they got my ass, but didn't 'touch my junk' as the people like to scream nowadays.

And then we went to our gate in Terminal B.

I hate Terminal B.  Let me give you a quick backstory:

In 2005 my wife, mother and I were flying to Baltimore for Jen's bridal shower.  We were flying out on a Friday night, on American, on an ERJ-175, out of gate B-23.  Everything went fine on that flight.  Until we were cleared for take-off on runway 33L.  We throttled up, began to accelerate and then the pilot shut down the engines.  We had a mechanical problem.

We went back to the terminal where there were people waiting for a bunch of other flights plus the passengers from our flight.  The gate agents had no clue how to deal with us.  They told us repeatedly that they were trying to find us another plane and we waited for over an hour.  They shuttled some people off hurriedly (without their checked baggage) onto a flight to Reagan National in DC.  Then they found a plane to go to BWI.  Unfortunately, it was a smaller plane and it could not accommodate all of us.  It was decided that Jen and I would get on the plane and my mother would fly out in the morning. When they finally took us to a plane (via shuttle bus on the tarmac), we were told that the flight had been cancelled as their time window had closed.  Fortunately, when my mother found out about this back in the terminal, she was the first in line to rebook us on the morning flight with her.

It was a total clusterf*ck.  It made me hate flying American.  It made me hate Terminal B.  And it made me hate the ERJ-175.

So when we got to Terminal B and I saw we were flying out of the same gate on the same type of plane, I had a bit of trepidation.  But this was my epic birthday celebration and I was hell bent on getting to Toronto and having fun.

We got on board and took off fine.  However, just about everyone noticed a loud 'wooshing' noise coming outside the plane.  It didn't seem normal to me, but I dismissed it as excessive wind noise.  Minutes later as we were over the north shore, the captain made an announcement:

Our landing gear was not fully retracting and that was the cause of the noise. They tried cycling it up and down, but it would not retract fully.  They had to leave it down.  However, they could not continue the flight to Toronto.  We would have to return to Boston.

Ok, I thought.  This sucks.  I began thinking of alternate flights. How in the world are we going to get up there in time for the game?

The Captain continued (I'm paraphrasing here):

All indications are that our gear is locked down, but the FAA wants to do a visual inspection so we're going to have to do a low level fly by to ensure that this is the case.  And although all indications are that we are ok, out of precaution we have to assume that this is an emergency situation.  We are going to have to make an emergency landing.

That's when I started to sweat.

Keep in mind, I'm a licensed pilot.  I've been through emergency training.  I've had to have an assist in the air when I couldn't find the airport after fog had rolled in and obscured everything on the gound (I'm VFR rated only).  I've accidentally flown near protected military airspace (oops).  But I also remembered the footage on TV from a few years ago of a JetBlue flight into Los Angeles where the planes front landing gear wasn't locked down.  Fortunately, that plane landed ok.  Unlike that plane, we did not have DirectTV to watch ourselves, either.  That may have been a good thing.

I tried to remain calm and I know Heather was trying to do the same.  But I knew that there were going to be emergency vehicles lined all along the runway when we landed.  I knew all other traffic into and out of the airport was being redirected of put in a holding pattern.  I kept reassuring myself that the gear was fine.  And then I thought worst case - this is a small regional jet.  It can't have that much fuel on it to begin with and the engines are mounted on the aft fuselage.  They won't drag on the ground if the gear folds.

I grabbed my phone out of the seatback and put it in my back pocket.  I tucked my passport in there as well.  Heather did the same.

We came up on Logan from the south and were flying at about 200 feet.  I kept thinking of the fly-by scenes from Top Gun, but this wasn't funny at this point.  The captain came on shortly thereafter and told us that the visual inspection seemed to confirm what the cockpit indications were showing.  We were good to land, though it was still an emergency situation.

We did a large circle over Boston Harbor, presumably to ditch extra fuel, and then came into final approach.  At this point I was scared.  I admit it.  But I didn't want to show any panic outwardly so I kept looking out the window; first the Deer Island treatment plant, then the harbor, then runway 33L.

As we were about to touch down, the co-pilot exhorted us to "brace!" repeatedly.

Ok, here goes I thought.

Right side gear down.

Left side gear down.

Nose gear down.

We're good, I said to anyone who listened.

And we were.  We taxiied back to the terminal.  I was relieved but still quite shaken.  I waved to the firefighters in their trucks in an attempt to bring some levity to the situation.  There was a guy sitting behind us who had just woke up.  He slept through everything!  It was kind of funny, actually.

We pulled into the gate and exited the plane.  I made sure to thank the crew (again and again) for getting us down in one piece.

And then we got back into the terminal.  Alas, the night was far from over.

Up next: Part III - Terminal Velocity and Panic in the Skies

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Special Edition - Part I: Road Trip!

When the 2010-11 NHL schedule was released, Heather and I immediately scanned it to see what road games the Bruins were playing on Saturday nights.  Why, you ask?  Well, we always try to take in a road game or two every year.  And Saturdays make the most sense as far as being able to go somewhere without using vacation time.

We've done Madison Square Garden with the 307 crew a few years ago on St. Patrick's Day.  We sat in the last row of the blue seats at MSG with a partially obstucted view.  The Bruins were killed 7-0 by the Blueshirts.  It was horrible, but I look back at it fondly.  Besides, we got out of there alive.  So, we had that working for us.

Lately, that's meant taking a trip down to Long Island and seeing the B's take on the Islanders in Uniondale with our friend George, who just so happens to have season tickets down there.
As much as we enjoy making the trek down there (just over a 3 hour drive from the Four's) and hanging out with George, we've been itching for something a bit bigger: Hockey Night in Canada.

You see, for the past few years the scheduling gods at the NHL have not been kind to us.  Very few Saturday nights in Montreal or Toronto, nevermind Chicago.  And if there were games, they were usually very early in the season.

So when the schedule came out this year, one game stood out right away - Saturday, December 4 at Toronto.  My birthday.  We. Had. To. Go.

But it was not going to be easy.  Trying to get tickets to a Maple Leafs game is not a simple undertaking.  They are the hardest regular season tickets to get in the NHL.  The Leafs don't even publish single game ticket prices; Just about every ticket is sold before the season starts.  Very much like trying to get a Red Sox ticket back in 2005, except this has been the case since whenever.  The Leafs, despite their record, bang out the place night in, night out.  Getting tickets for a Tuesday night in October against the Blue Jackets is impossible. Getting tickets against the Bruins is harder.  On a Saturday night? Why even bother?  Oh, and it just so happened to be the national broadcast game on the CBC - Hockey Night in Canada.

In the States, we are accustomed to the aura of Monday Night Football. Granted, the Sunday night game is probably bigger now, but the concept of having a single game in primetime at the end of the week shown to a national audience created a must-see television event.  Being on MNF made the game into something bigger.  If you could get tickets to a MNF game, even better.  Well, that's what it's like in Canada, multiplied by a factor of 10.  Being in Toronto, the home of hockey, was just icing on the cake.

The closest I can compare this to is seeing a MNF game at Lambeau Field or a Sunday night game at Fenway or that place in the Bronx.  But even then it's a reach.

Where we ave the 'fastest three minutes in sports' during halftime, the CBC has "Coaches Corner" with Ron McLean and former Bruins coach/Canadian icon Don Cherry.  For those who don't know, McLean is the host and Cherry (aka Grapes) is the bombastic goof who offers up his take on all things hockey, often without regard for sensitivity or diplomacy.  He's been taken to task before for some of his off-color statements, but I think he's a riot.  And the fact that his custom tailored suits put anything Craig Sager wears to shame is just a bonus.

So it was decided - we must get tickets to this game.

But how?

We started way back in August.  Knowing that we'd have to pursue multiple avenues, we put feelers out with our friends who might have connections.  There were a couple of trump cards we were willing to play, but only in a last ditch effort.  Using them would have required some massive favors.

So we kept at it, but time kept moving by and we didn't have any leads.  All the while, I was checking the travel websites to see what kind of deals were out there for flight & hotel packages.  Because the game was on a Saturday, flying out on Friday night made the most sense as we would be able to take in the city and the Hall of Fame before the game.

As the end of November was rapidlly approaching, we still didn't have tickets.  Heather and I were just about ready to give up.  The dream was dying.

And then we got an email from a friend:

2 tickets.  In the balcony.  Face value plus shipping.

As the kids like to say nowadays, "OMFG"!

I called Heather, incredulous at the fortune that had just fallen into our laps. I made sure that she was still in for the trip. Duh.

Arrangements were made to procure the tickets.  As soon as we knew the deal was sealed, I booked our trip.  Admittedly, I was a bit giddy.

We were going to spend my birthday in Toronto watching the Bruins take on the Leafs at the Air Canada Centre on Hockey Night in Canada!

Up next: Part II - Take Off, to the Great White North.  Sorta.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Postgame Recap: December 2 - Eight is (More Than) Enough

Before we get to a very special edition of the Bear Maximum (ooh, the intrigue!), I still need to offer a look back on the thorough shellacking the boys doled out on the Lightning last week.
So without further delay....

Just the facts, Jack (Edwards)

  • Regular Season game #24, home game #11
  • Boston Bruins (13-8-0-2) vs. Tampa Bay Lightning (14-8-2-1)
  • Second game aginst the Bolts (Bruins lost 3-1 in Tampa on November 22)
John Blue Plate Special

With my mind admittedly more focused on the game on Saturday than this one and the fact that I was slammed at work, I left the office about 25 minutes later than I had hoped to.

Needless to say, traffic on the Pike was a mess, especially around Newton Corner.

And then there was a delay on the MBTA green line due to a signal problem at Government Center.

Needless to say, I was late.  Fortunately, Heather had already procured a spot upstairs, with help from the father-son duo of Roger and Chris.  I called ahead and told her to order whatever as I had no idea what time I was going to get there.  So she ordered up a Johnny Kelly wrap with bacon with a side of onion rings.

I wasn't exactly starving, so splitting a meal was the way to go.  It was a good call and it hit the spot dead-on.

The Couture Corner

Tampa Bay is not exactly a franchise with a iconic, time tested look.  When they redesigned their look to fit the RBK Edge system in the 2007-8 season, one vould argue they took a turn for the worse.

That said, they do have one of the worst sweaters in their collection to ever (dis)grace the NHL, in my opinion - the 1996-98 third sweater.

I was really hoping to see one of these in person.  Or a early 90's Rob DiMaio one.

I saw neither.  In fact, I think I saw but one Lightning jersey at the game.  Just not a lot of TB fans up here, as it should be.

So I had to go to plan B - find other jerseys of interest.  Here, I had decidely more luck.

Let's take a look:



Syracuse Bulldogs Ogie Ogilthorpe

Who are the Syracuse Bulldogs you ask?  Obvioulsy, you're not a fan of the greatest hockey comedy ever made: Slap Shot.

The Bulldogs are a fictitious team modeled after the Syracuse Blazers of the defunct North American Hockey League.  The Blazers featured a player by the name of Bill "Goldie" Goldthorpe who had a certain penchant for using his fists to coerce opponents into submission.  He was the inspiration for the Ogilthorpe character, played in the movie by Ned Dowd, a Boston native who just so happened to be the brother of the movie's writer, Nancy Dowd.

The call (for fear of retaliation)?



Good!



1983-4 Cam Neely #21 Vancouver Canucks Away Rookie Sweater

These pictures do not do this sweater justice.  The Vancouver 'flying V' look is one of the most ridiculed looks in NHL history, but I sorta like it.  The colors were very bold and vibrant.  And it was different.

Plus the fact that this guy is clearly a Neely fan.  And he likes to be different.

I shouldn't even have to consult with the review booth on this one, but here goes anyway:



Good!

The Row 12 Rundown

No Kaspers, but we did have a special guest in young Miss Kylee along with Cassie.

Doosh of the Day

Fortunately, the crowd wasn't too bad for this one.  But that doesn't mean it was doosh-free.

I have 2 awards for this one: 1 for the past and 1 for the present.

The past refers to the doosh who stuck his (or her) gum on the bottom of seat 9, aka Heather's seat.  Based on my research, I think it may have been placed there during the Celtics-Blazers game on 12/1 as it was relatively sticky (or so I was told) and that was the last event at the Garden prior to this game.  I don't think it was from the Michael Buble concert on 11/27.

No one wants a gummy bum, after all.

As far as the present day winner, I'm giving it to the kid who sat in Keith's seat (seat 7) next to me who was dipping for most of the game and spitting incessantly into his cup all the while.  He kicked over the cup at some point in the 3rd period, spilling the contents all over the ground in front of his seat.

Just gross, dude.

The Clothes Line


Late 80's/early 90's Glen Wesley

Wesley was a actually a very decent defenseman who was drafted by the Bruins with the draft pick they acquired with Cam Neely in the Barry Pederson trade with Vancouver in 1986.  He was an All Star in 1989.

But his tunure in the Hub will be remembered for 2 things: The open net miss and the trade.
In the first overtime of game 1 of the 1990 Stanley Cup Finals against the Oilers, Wesley was looking at an open net in the slot and fired a backhand shot high and wide.  A gola would have won it for the Bruins and given them some momentum in the series.

The Oilers would go on to win the game in the third overtime period.  They'd win the series as well.

Petr F*cking Klima.

The Bruins would trade Wesley to the Hartford Whalers in 1994 for 3 future first round draft picks.  One of which was used to draft Sergei Samsonov. When Samsonov was traded to Edmonton in 2006, the Bruins received the Oiler's second round pick in that years' entry draft.  That pick was used by the Bruins to slect some guy named Milan Lucic.

So Wesley was good for something, et least.

The Lobel Prize

Tampa Bay has but one fromer B on their roster, former farmhand Nate Thompson.

Thompson played only 4 games for the Bruins, all during the 2006-7 season.  In those games he did absolutely nothing. No points, no penalties.  Bupkus.

In this game, he had 2 shots and finished a -1 for the night.  No harm done here.

The Home End

This was a beatdown.  Bolts goalie Mike Smith had a game to forget, misplaying a shot by Denis Seidenberg he thought was going to carom that went in the net from beyond the blue line.  While it was nice to see the Bruins put eight goals past the Tampa Bay golaies (Smith was mercifly pulled in the 3rd period in favor of Dan Ellis who wasn't much better), I was secretly hoping the'd save some offensive output for the next game in Toronto 2 nights later.

Up Next: The Bear Maximum goes roadtrippin' to the home of hockey!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Postgame Recap: November 20 - Goalie be Nimble. Goalie be Quick.

Yeah, I know this post is a bit late. But faced with either breaking my vow to blog each game I go to or posting a week late, I'm going to fulfill my obligation to myself and you, the home reader.

So without further delay....

Just the facts, Jack (Edwards)

  • Regular Season game #18, home game #9
  • Boston Bruins (11-5-0-1) vs. Los Angeles Kings (12-6-0-0)
  • First game vs. Los Angeles (Bruins are 1-1 vs. Western Conf. teams)

John Blue Plate Special

I was at an engagement party in Salem earlier in the afternoon. So when it came time to drive into town, I had a couple of options: Drive back to Peabody and hop on 128 or head into Revere on 107.  Fighting mall traffic in Peabody didn't seem like the way to go, so I went the other route.

That was a mistake.  A commute that should have taken 30 minutes took well over an hour. Consequently, I got to the Fours a bit late. Fortunately, Heather and Pete (with a major assist from Ian behind the bar) were able to save me a seat on the Brady shirt side of the bar.

Having stuffed myself at the party earlier (they had a tre-mendous spread!) I wasn't all that hungry.  However, when I took a look at the daily specials on the menu, I know I had to scrounge up some sort of appetite.

Pulled Pork Sliders.

Oh man, they were good.  Now they weren't 'pulled pork', per se.  Rather than the traditional shredded pork shoulder, these featured thin slices of juicy pork loin covered in tangy barbecue sauce and cheese served on a warm and chewy dinner roll.

I really hope they appear on the menu again soon.

The Couture Corner

The Kings are one of those teams that have sported a variety of looks throughout their history. The original Jack Kent Cooke purple and gold, the Gretzky era black and silver and the modern day purple, silver and black.

In addition, LA is a team that traditionally gathers a number of visiting fans to Boston as their top minor league affiliate is based in Manchester, NH.  In the past, sections of the garden have been awash in the garish purple of the Monarchs sweaters. For whatever reason, there weren't a lot of Monarchs jerseys in the house.

That said, there were plenty of Kings sweaters to go around.  We've already seen a renaissance of sorts with the vintage purple and gold look at the Garden for non-kings games, so I fully expected a decent showing on this night.  And I was not dissapointed.

Let's take a look:



Late 80's/Early 90's Marty McSorley

McSorley made his name as Wayne Gretzky's bodyguard who was traded to LA with the Great One in 1987.  Eventually, he made his way to Boston for the 1999-2000 season. He played 27 games for the Bruins, his final one on on February 11, 2000 against Vancouver. The Bruins lost 5-2. But this game will be remembered for something else. It was in this game that McSorley whacked Brashear upside the head with his stick with 3 seconds to go, rendering the Cannuck enforcer unconscious.

So, to recap, this guy is wearing the shirt of a guy on the other team who was also pariah on on the Bruins.

This one is easy:

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No good.

Then we have this guy:



Yeah, I know it's hard to see, but focus on the guy standing up in the second row to the left of the LA bench.

Mid 80's Luc Robitaille.

Robitaille was one of the all time great wingers who had three separate tours of duty with the Kings en route to a Hall of Fame career.

The word from the off ice official?



Good!


The Row 12 Rundown

Slow night in 307.  Heather brought Pete and Chis and Lauren represented the Kaspers.  Patty brought Eric and Paula was there too.  And don't forget the Barrys.  But Charla, Kathi and the kids weren't there.

Doosh of the Day

First, let's announce the runner-up.

With around 30 seconds left in overtime, Linesman Steve Miller took a puck to the head that rang his bell pretty good.  He was down for a while and when he got up, he looked incredibly unbalanced and woozy.  As he made his way back to the locker room with help from his fellow officials, the crowd gave him an encouraging cheer, as respectful fans are wont to do.

Except one guy.  The one who loudly booed him off the ice.

Classless. Completely classless.

But he wasn't the doosh of the day.  No, that dishonor is reserved for someone with a more egregious display of boorishness.

Before the game, the Bruins offered up a short photo montage honoring the memory of former coach Pat Burns who passed away at the tender age of 58 after a long and courageous battle with cancer.

At the end of the display, fans were asked observe a moment of silence.  And the vast majority of the crowd did.  Except one guy.  The jerk who screamed at the top of his lungs ZDENO CHARA!!!

Seriously, that was incredibly poor.  If that guy was in 307, he would have had his ass handed to him by a number of people.  That is no way to honor a man who was a great coach and an even better person.


The Clothes Line

I saw some decent Bruins sweaters, but nothing spectacular.  I did see one guy wearing a Brad Stuart sweater.  That was bit of a head scratcher.  Unfortunately, my phone died and I was unable to grab any decent photos.

As for what I wore?  I wanted to get back to something that was working and that meant a return to the opening night attire - the Milan Lucic alternate. Alas, it didn't work.

The Lobel Prize

The Kings are one of the few NHL teams that do not have a Bruins alum on their roster.  So no harm, no foul on this night.

The Home End

The Bruins started out sluggish yet again and it nearly bit them in the ass as they found themselves down 3-0 before they struck back for 3 unanswered goals to tie it up.  After a scoreless overtime, the Bruins sent five skaters against Kings goalie Jonathan Quick in the shootout.  And not a single one of them was able to get the puck past him.  The Kings capitalized on their final shot and took the extra point.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Postgame Recap: November 13 - Lowered Expect(or)ations

Yeah, I know this post is a bit late. But faced with either breaking my vow to blog each game I go to or posting a week late, I'm going to fulfill my obligation to myself and you, the home reader.

So without further delay....

Just the facts, Jack (Edwards)

  • Regular Season game #14, home game #6
  • Boston Bruins (8-4-0-1) vs. Ottawa Senators (8-7-1-0)
  • Second of 6 meetings against Ottawa (Bruins won first game 4-0)

John Blue Plate Special

Got to the Fours a bit late, which can be a bit of a death sentence when it comes to trying to land a seat at the bar on a Saturday night during college football season.  Downstairs was jammed, so I ran upstairs to scope out the seats up there.  As luck would have it, the Flutie seat was open, so I had Mike grab it.  Heather arrived shortly thereafter and we set up shop for the evening.

Given that the Bruins were in somewhat of a funk, we tried coming up with an order that would change things up.  We were really hungry, so an appetizer was in order.  The boneless fingers with two sauces wasn't doing the job, nor were the potato skins.  So we went with the fingers with just barbeque sauce and split a teriyaki Orr.

The Couture Corner

The early Senators sweaters were beautiful in their simplicity. However, for whatever reason, their uniforms went through a metamorphosis, including a revamping of their logo to that of a cartoonish gladiator.  So, my expectations for this game were decidely low.  I would have been happy to see an old Daniel Alfredsson late 90's shirt, but alas, there were none to be had.

So I had to dig deep.  And this was the haul:



2010 Patrice Bergeron Canada Olympic sweater. Très agréable!


Even better was this guy:



1944-8 Milt Schmidt.

I have no idea where this guy got this sweater, but I SO want one!

I've seen special one-offs done for ceremonies and stuff, but I've never seen a fan wear one.  The sweaters from this period were great, with the played number adorning both the front and the back.  The now familiar spoked-B logo would not appear on the front until the 1948-9 season.
Me likee!

The word from the off ice official?



Good!

The Row 12 Rundown


After missing the tilt against Montreal earlier in the week, Heather returned to 307 after a short rehab stint at home.  However even her return was no enough to inspire the team on this night.

Doosh of the Day

Forget Doosh of the Day, we have the leader in the clubhouse for Doosh of the Year.

I've seen some pretty despicable acts from people at games throughout the years: Parents encouraging their kids to swear and throw stuff at fans, people tossing beers at innocent bystanders, fans booing (legitimately) injured players, fights, you name it.

But I've never seen what I saw this night.

Some drunk idiot in row 9 got into it with someone in row 10 and it rapidly devolved into him being restrained by his friend as he tried to get at the other guy.  Fortunately, the usher stationed at the bottom of the section was quick to alert security. As security was making their way into the row to forcefully remove this miscreant, he spat at the other guy.

Seriously.

How utterly disgusting.  Despicable. Subhuman.

This is as low as one gets.  There are few gestures more gross and less disrespectful than that.

I certainly hope the cop who took him away took the kid gloves off in dealing with him.

The Clothes Line

Nothing,and I mean nothing, caught my eye on this night. Not even something along the lines of PJ Axelsson or Byron Dafoe.

As for what I wore?  I kept it simple and went with the 1990 Neely.  The same sweater he wore when went spin-o-rama on Sens goalie Darrin Madeley on October 28, 1993.

The Lobel Prize

The Sens have only one Bruins alum on their roster - All star defenseman Sergei Gonchar.

Back in the day, the Bruins management had a stigma that they would never make a deadline deal to help the team for the playoffs because they didn't want to spend the money.

However, in late 2004, they made a deal with the Washington Capitals to acquire Gonchar for Shaone Morrisonn and a pair of draft picks to bolster the defense and add a bit of offense from the blueline.

Gonchar contributes a 4-5-9 line in 15 regular season games with the B's and chipped in with 1-4-5 totals in the playoffs.  Unfortunately, despite his addition to the roster the Bruins were bounced in the playoffs in the first round, losing to the hated Habs in an epic 7 game series.

The NHL went into the lockout the next season and when the NHL returned, Gonchar signed with the Penguins for way more money than the Bruins were going to offer him.

So, how did he do against the B's in this game?  3 shots and a +1.  Not too much damage, thankfully.

The Home End

After taking one on the chin to the rival Canadiens in the previous game, the Bruins were looking to bounce back against the Sens, a team they had shutout 4-0 earlier in the year.  Unfortunately, the Bruins simply did not show up for this game.  Always a step behind, they looked sluggish and uninterested.  Frustrating, given that they had had the day off leading into the game. This was easily the most boring game of the year to this point.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Postgame Recap: November 11 - Bleu Blank et Lose

Boston. Montreal.

Bruins. Canadiens.

The Black and Gold. Le Bleu Blanc et Rouge.

Two Original Six teams, longtime rivals, matching up for the first tine this season. Montreal comes into the game with a 2 point lead in the division, but the second place Bruins have 3 games in hand.

Normally, I am juiced about these games.  It's comparable to Sox - Yanks, but in a much more intimate setting and with a lot more fans (percentage-wise) supporting the other team.

However, in recent years, the fan experience has been somewhat disappointing. It seems there a lot of fans who care more about mixing it up with Montreal fans that what actually transpires on the ice. Yes, the Habs fans can be a bit boisterous, breaking out into the "ole" chant, waving Candian flags and overly celbratory.  But the Bruins fans answers to that have been decidely assinine.  Turning "Ole" into "You're Gay" is just plain childish and shows a complete lack of creativity.  Throwing beer and food at the Habs fans (or any fans for that matter) is outright wrong.

But the one thing that goes on that really annoys me is when the home fans break out into a "USA" chant.  I've gone off on tirades about this in other forums before, but let me summarize my stance for you:

These are NHL games, not IIHF ones.  The Boston representative versus the Montreal one.  Not USA versus Canada.  Just because Hab fans bring Canadian flags to game doesn't mean that you have to have a jingoistic overraction and turn what should be a great rivalry into something that has no bearing on the situation at hand.

Canadiens are not necessarily Canadians, and vice versa.  Case in point:



Scott Gomez, USA Hockey
(born in Anchorage, Alaska)


Scott Gomez, Montreal Canadien


Patrice Bergeron, Team Canada
(born in L'Ancienne-Lorette, Quebec)


Patrice Bergeron, Boston Bruin

It's idiotic to turn these games into misguided displays of nationalistic pride.  I love my country, but this is an NHL game.  That's why we have events such as the Olympics or the World Cup.  They are the proper outlets.  I've been to both the World Cup (Germany 2006) and the Winter Olympics (Salt Lake City 2002), decked out in patriotic gear and American flags rooting on the Red, White and Blue. I didn't go to games there wearing a Bruins sweater or a New England Revolution shirt.  It just wasn't the right venue.

All I'm asking is for fans to enjoy the game for what it is, a matchup of fierce rivals, one from Boston and one from Montreal.  That the Habs are based in Canada only means that Rene Rancourt is going to sign O Canada in English and the bartenders at the Fours are going to get stiffed on tips from the visiting fans.

That's all I'm saying.

With this game falling on Veteran's Day, I had a fear that the jingoism would be over the top for this game.  And you know what, to my surprise, it wasn't.  So props to the fans on that one.  Even better was the "8-spoked Salute", where the Bruins honor a military veteran during a stoppage in play.  Last night featured a retired 92-year old Marine who fought in World War II.  The crowd gave him a much deserved and prolonged ovation.  It was pretty cool.

Just the facts, Jack (Edwards)

  • Regular Season game #14, home game #5
  • Boston Bruins (8-3-0-1) vs. Montreal Canadiens (9-5-1-0)
  • First of 6 meetings against their longtime rival

John Blue Plate Special

Got to the Fours around 6:10 and the bar was packed.  Made my way around to the left side of the bar near theYvan Cournoyer #12 Montreal shirt.  That was a bad sign. In the past, the staff has been known to cover this over with a black trash bag on game days when the Habs are in town.  Last night, it was out there in plain sight.

Finally landed a seat around 6:25, but I wasn't startving.  So took a cue from Pete and went with the cup of Chilli.  It was fantastic!  Thick and hearty, loaded with meat and beans, capped off with melted cheddar and studded with totilla chip, it hit the spot.

The Couture Corner

As much as I hate the Canadiens, you have to admit that their uniforms have a certain timeless, classic look to them.  Some of the greatest players in the game have donned those colors: the Richards, Cournoyer, Harvey, LaFleur, Robinson, Roy.

Then there's this one:



Michael Ryder?

He had a couple of good seasons before he ended up in the coach's doghouse up there.  Of all of the players to choose from, you waste you money on this?

The call?




No good!

But then there was this guy:



1975-76 Bobby Orr

In 1976, the local teams wore commemorative patches for the Massachusetts Bicentennial.  They all were the same design, but rendered in team specific colors.  I own a 1975 Mitchell & Ness Carlton Fisk away jersey that has this same patch on the shoulders.

I've seen many Bobby Orr replica sweaters.  I own 2 different ones myself.  As I mentioned in my previous blog post, many times these are created with good intentions, but the execution leaves much to be desired.  In the case of this guy, he gets major kudos as he's the first one I've seen with commemorative patches done right.

The word from the off ice official?



Good!

The Row 12 Rundown

For the first time all year, seat 9 was not occupied by Heather.  I think she had wickid saahs or something. Despite valliant efforts to medicate and/or rest up, she could not answer the 7:00 bell and so we went to the bench and called in everyone's favorite Boston.com blogger, Mr. Garrett Quinn.


Doosh of the Day

Far too often, Garden security is lacking.  I've been to many different hockey arenas, and at every single one (other than the Garden), the ushers stop people from either going to or leaving their seat while the puck is in play. 'Wait for the whistle' is the mantra.

However, at the Garden, ushers enforce this haphazardly at best. Ushers are staffed at the bottom of our section only part of the time and rarely, if ever, do we have the same person for more than one game.  When they are there, many times they fail to stop people from moving while the game is going on, despite the large signs stationed at each entrance telling people to wait for a stoppage in play.

Sadly, we, as season ticket holders who show up for game after game, have to take this into our own hands at times.  We try to be as polite as possible, but when people talk back to us or pay no heed to our requests, we might get a bit more demanding.  It certainly doesn't help that I have a short temper, but common courtesy is woefully lacking in today's society and I'll be damned if the actions of a few take away from the enjoyment of the majority of us.  Nothing is worse than missing a goal because someone was standing up in front of you at an inappropriate time (and yes, there are definitely times where standing up is ok).

Now as far as last night was concerned, I got into shouting match with the people in the row in front of me.  I was backed up by others in the section, especially Chris Kasper.  Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed.  Yet, when the girls got up, their male companions defended them with the age old excuse: "it's their first time here".

That's BS. That's no excuse.  Common sense would dictate that you don't do it.

Despite all this, I am not nominating the row 11 crew or the ushers for Doosh of the Day.

Rather, I'm splitting the award between the scumbag who narc'ed on me to the Garden security and the guy who owns those 6 seats in row 11.

When the security guard approached me to issue a warning, I simply told her that if they did their jobs, there would be no reason for them to have to come up to the seats.

As for Mr. Season ticket owner, not once has this guy ever shown up to sit in his seats.  He simply buys them to resell.  And more often than not, the people he sells them to are jerks.

The Clothes Line

From afar, I noticed a couple of regulars that I see at the games - Andy Brickley guy and Vladimir Rusicka guy.  Unfortunately, I was unable to snap pictures of their sweaters.

But I would be remiss not to give you, dear reader, something to work with, so please allow me to introduce you to this guy:



No, not Garrett.  The guy next him.  Andy Moog.

Great goalie, one of my favorites growing up as he led the B's to 2 Stanley Cup finals, losing to the juggernaut Edmonton Oilers both times.

As for what I wore - well, it was an original 6 game aginst our most hated rival.  How could I not wear the 1991-2 75th anniversary Neely?

The Lobel Prize

Fortunately, the Candiens feature only one ex-Bruin.  Unfortunately, it's Hall Gill.

For those who don't know, Gill is a 6'7" defenseman who played 8 seasons for the Bruins, scoring 20 goals and 77 assists along with 588 penalty minutes.  Sadly, for someone with that size, he played not nearly as physical as he should have, far too often relying on his long reach rather than checking.  His complete lack of speed rendered him nothing short of a traffic cone, especially against speedy waterbugs like Brian Gionta and Saku Koivu.

After his stint with the Bruins, he moved on to the Leafs and then the Penguins where he somehow won a Stanley Cup. He signed with Montreal last year and now he's an assistant captain. Sacre Bleu!

Despite the fact that the B's lost, I can take solace knowing that Gill only had 2 shots in 12:40 of ice time and did not factor into the scoring.

The Home End

Just like last week, the Bruins were playing their second game in as many nights, coming off a huge 7-4 comeback victory over the Penguins.  Given the fact that they were going all out on Wednesday night, it came as no surprise that they didn't have the legs to match the Habs' speed.  Combine that with the penalty killers yielding a pair of power play goals and the result is not unexpected.

Next up is a Saturday night tilt against the other Canadian divisional opponent, the Ottawa Senators.


Monday, November 8, 2010

Postgame Recap: November 6 - I Guess That's Why They Call Them the Blues

"Why can't we get players like that?" - Longtime WBZ Sports Anchor Bob Lobel

This old addage never fails to deliver.  It's inevitable - a former Bruin will return with another team and inflict harm on the Black & Gold.  Goals scored by ex-B's always hurt more.  Game winning scores are the ultimate insult.

So, with that in mind, I'm intoducing a new segment to this blog, the Lobel Prize. This is where I give a rundown of the eligible candidates (Bruins alumni) on the other team and what they did to claim a stake (or drive a stake) in the award for the evening.

So, let's take a look back on this past Saturday night.

Just the facts, Jack (Edwards)

  • Regular Season game #12, home game #4
  • Boston Bruins (7-3-0) vs. St. Louis Blues (7-1-2)
  • First meeting against a Central Division opponent


John Blue Plate Special

Got to the Fours around 4:30 and was able to procure spots for me, Heather and Pete at the downstairs bar near the Louis Tiant/Carlton Fisk picture.

Seeing that the last time we had the Larry Bird in a wrap with bacon was a resounding success (2-0 shutout over the Leafs), we went with the "if it isn't broke, don't fix it." route and ordered it again.

However, we did order up a plate of potato skins beforehand.  While they were delicious in and of themselves, I don't think we'll be doing that again anytime soon based on the game result.

As a quick aside, one of the regulars at the Fours who I've had a few drinks with in the past said that his friend John Carter was with him.  I asked him if it was the same John Carter who played for the Bruins in the late 80s.  He flashed a John Carter hockey card and sure enough it was.

Now John Carter was not an extraordinary player by any means, but he was another local boy done good, a Winchester native who donned the spoked B.

What makes him stand out in my mind was that when I was at my third Bruins game at the old Boston Garden with a youth group, I bought a game program, one of those old Goal magazines.  And at this particular game, the PA announcer, Joel Perlmutter, made an announcement that if John Carter signed your program, you won a gift certificate.

I flipped to the proper page and sure enough there it was - John Carter's autograph!  I went with a chaperone down to the customer service office and got a gift certificate.  I think it was $50 to the Scotch and Sirloin on Causeway Street across from the Garden.  But I was like 12 years old and I thought it was so cool that I won something and got a player's autograph to boot.

I relayed this story to John.  I think he honestly appreciated it.

The Couture Corner

St. Louis used to have one of the better sweater sets in the league until Reebok came along with thier horrendous "Edge" system. Now they look like crap, including the cutout areas on the napes of their necks used to showcase the Reebok logo.

So when I ran into this guy on the way out of the building after the game, I had a bit of a smile on my face:

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Pavol Demitra. Prolific scorer. Had his best years in a Blues uniform.

The call?



Good!

But then there was this guy:

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On the surface, this looks like a 1973-4 Bobby Orr sweater.

But take a closer look.  Name on the back.  Lace-up collar. Sleeve stripes way too wide.

Not saying they are fake, per se, but they don't come close to what they should be.  The Bruins switched to a v-neck collar for 1973, they did not have names on their backs at this point and the gold stripes should be much narrower.

Hey, I love the fact that people flock to buy Bobby Orr sweaters and that stores are carrying them.  But if you're going to do it, do it right or don't do it at all.  I've seen a bunch of these around lately (3 at this game alone).  Most people have no idea that these are supposed to be from a specific season, 1973-4, when the Bruins were celebrating their 50th anniversary, as evidenced by the shoulder patches.

What say the powers that be?



No good!

As for what I wore, well, let's just say that you know a game is special when the fans break out their Bobby Orr sweaters.  And there were plenty to be seen, including mine.

The Row 12 Rundown

Not much to report from the cheap seats for this one.  Being a Saturday night, Bill & Carol were not there. As mentioned earlier, Pete was seat 11 du jour.  John Barry was there, but he was in the second Kasper seat alongside Chris.

Doosh of the Day

Some nights it's just going to be hard to find a Doosh of the Day.  Saturday night was one of them.

But after thinking long and hard, I'm going to nominate the vast majority of Row 11.  Seems that these people (10 plus of them) were out for the night together and they just so happened to go to  bruins game as their means of socializing.  It was readily apparent when they showed up with 10 minutes gone in teh first period and kept getting up and leaving via the wrong way.  And the concept of waiting for the whistle? Whatever.

Numbers are not hard to understand.  Your ticket gives you a section number, a row number and a seat number.  All you have o do is look up on the wall at the really big numbers to find your section.  Then you go up the stairs to your assigned row.  If you can't find you row, hey you might actually resort to, I don't know, counting.  Then you can count the seats to find your particular one.

The tricky part is figuring out which aisle to enter the row from.  If the row has 20 seats and your seat is between 1 and 10, go in from the low number side and vice versa.

Sadly, most people apparently do not have this cognitive skill.

The Clothes Line

For the first time all year, I was stumped.  I looked all around, walked the concourses before, after and during the game and not once did I see any sweaters of distinction. Even against a low profile opponent, I had a greater expectation.

As for what I wore - well, if you owned a replica of what the greatest player in Bruins history wore when he scored the most famous goal ever scored in the history of the NHL and it just so happened to be against the Blues, well wouldn't you wear it?

The Lobel Prize

And here it is, the first installment of this new feature.  So let's meet the nominees:
  • Brad Boyes, Forward 2005-06 to 2006-07, 144 games played, 39 goals, 64 assists, 103 points, 55 PIM
  • Vladimir Sobotka, F, 2007-08 to 2009-10, 134 GP, 6 G, 16 A, 22 P, 64 PIM
Sobotka, traded to the Blues in the offseason for the rights to Boston University defenseman David Warsofsky, scored the first goal of the game at 16:40 of the first period, had 2 shots on net and was a +1 for the game.

Boyes, traded to the Blues for the immortal Dennis Wideman, fired 3 shots on goal and finished a -1 for the game.  But it was his goal in the 3rd round of the shootout that gave the Blues the victory and extra point in the standings.

So who gets the award?  I'm going with Sobotka.  Boyes is known to have the ability to score, but Sobotka's meal ticket was his overall pluckiness, not his scoring prowess.  But netting the goal, he gave the Blues a lead that would last well into the third period.  It looked like it would stand as the game winner, save for some inspired play by he Bruins 4th line to tie it up late.

The Home End

The Bruins were playing their second game in as many nights, having lost to the Washington Capitals on the road the night before.  After being down 3-0, they managed to pull even with some inspired play in the 3rd period before Newton native John Carlsson gave the Caps the lead for good en route to a 5-3 victory.  Tim Thomas saw his GAA soar above 1.00 (1.05 to be exact) before he was replaced by Tuuka Rask.

With back to back games, it was assumed that Tuuka was going to play one of the two games.  Timmy started Friday night, so it was Tuuka time on Saturday.

On the other end of the ice, Jaroslav Halak was in net for the Blues.  The goalie who I thought Montreal should have kept (over Carey Price) had been stellar so far this year, matching Thomas with 3 shutouts thus far and backing St. Louis to a five game winning streak.

The Bruins were completely out-hustled for most of the game facing a one goal deficit before the grinders evened the score courtesy of a Greg Campbell goal.  Both teams had chances skating 4 on 4 in overtime, but I don't think anyone in the building had much confidence in Tuuka winning the shootout having had a good amount of rust and St. Louis featuring a good number of scorers.  It also didn't help that David Krejci was rendered hors de combat after a T.J. Oshie check sent him into the boards headfirst and gave him a concussion on the way down.