I’m too lazy to write anything about the Rangers today. I’m drained, and it’s only the first round of playoffs. It’s not even officially done yet, and I can’t even imagine how the players must feel.
So I’ll post some links to video, including yours truly, who had a Holy Sheepshit and Balls moment last night after the game.
Enjoy…by the way, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First round, and we’re making comparisons to 1994? Let’s get through this round first…then we can talk.
There’s only one Captain, someone told me. Actually, many have told me that.
But Mark Messier, as celebrated as he is within New York Ranger culture, is and was a mercenary. I know we hate to think of him that way but truth is, he was celebrated and a champion well before he ever came to the Rangers.
I don’t want to take anything away from what Messier brought to the Rangers those years, especially in 1994. I don’t think the Rangers win a goddamn thing without him. The Rangers were a storied franchise before he came to the team, yet he brought a certain something that brought them to the next level.
But for the love of Emile Francis, Ryan Callahan needs to have his Mark Messier moment. And he needed it yesterday.
On my pre-playoff podcast, I discussed with Kevin DeLury from NYRBlogs and Nick Montemagno from Ranger Tribune, that I expected a big series from Captain Cally.
It’s going to take a lot for Ranger fans to accept someone into that cherished Captain fold. It certainly wasn’t Kelly Kisio nor Chris Drury. As beloved as he is, Brian Leetch was never fully accepted into the captain mold. Leetch unfortunately had big shoes to fill. Because he was on the storied ’93-’94 run, it was almost like more was expected of him. Leetch = great player, not a captain.
Callahan is the heart and soul of this team. We point to how blue collar and the hard work ethic that he and John Tortorella have brought to this team. While mercenaries like Marian Gaborik and Brad Richards are supposed to add to the goal scoring capabilities of the team, we point to Henrik Lundqvist and his intensity, to guys like Brian Boyle and Brandon Prust for being young upstarts. But Callahan is Mr. Ranger, the guy you look to in these times, when the team heads back to Ottawa for a one game playoff and hope to get that one more win to have home ice that one last time. The reason, you know, for game sevens to exist.
I can’t say it’s happening.
So in the first round, I’m wondering if Cally will have to break out a page from the Book of Messier, where he said, “We will win tonight.”
Is that too dramatic? It may be. After all, some people may be happy with the way the season went and take the playoffs as rationalizing that whole “it’s about who gets hottest at the right time,” that the Rangers have laid the foundation for years to come and blah blah blah.
That’s just fucking bullshit, as far as I’m concerned.
I want all that but I want them to fucking grab the bull by the balls and kick the Senators’ ass all the way. They should have by now. They are not.
I’m saying that anything less than an Eastern Conference final visit is a failure for this season. They have the goods to do it. They just need to see Lundqvist can’t do it all on his own.
That means it’s time for Captain Callahan to wake the fuck up and slap these fuckers into reality.
It’s down to two games now. Let’s do it already.
Yes, I know there are other teams in the hockey playoffs…but it’s round one, we just finished the regular season, and I need some New York Ranger fix pronto! If you don’t like it…join the chat room to heckle me and my guests.
I’ll be joined by Nick Montemagno from Ranger Tribune and Kevin DeLury from the NYR Blogs, two of the best Ranger blogs out there.
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Topics include: regular season finish, John Tortorella, rivalries, predictions for Rangers and first round.
“I guess in John’s world you can come into our building and start your tough guys, but we can’t do the same here…He’s either got short-term memory loss or he’s a hypocrite.” – Pete DeBoer, New Jersey Devils Coach (March 18, 2012)
“I figured he was just blowing up. I’m sure he’ll apologize today about it and everything will be forgotten.” – Sidney Crosby, Pittsburgh Penguins, in response to John Tortorella’s blowup post-game last night. (April 5, 2012)
What did I hear?
WAH WAH WAH WAH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Gimme a break, you crybabies. This is NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE, not Big Boy Pants Day Camp.
Again, gimme a fucking break.
The first quote was in response to Tortorella starting a line of tough guys at the get go in the game last month against the Devils. Now, this is pot meeting kettle over here. DeBoer knew exactly what he was getting into, and when Torts played fire with fire, he got mad about it. Especially when it worked in Torts’ favor.
Last night was the biggie. Look, if this was a game that truly meant anything at all, playoff ranking implications, whatever, well, teams need to do what teams need to do to survive. Reality was, the Rangers are locked in #1 seed in East, whereas Penguins are also in playoffs. OOOOH do I suspect a little bit of **SHOCK HORROR** JEALOUSY from those igloo dwelling babies?
Look, I didn’t see the game last night as I was (shameless plug) on a baseball podcast and needed to prepare some notes for it. Plus, I had posted (another shameless plug) on the Rangers getting top seed on YouTube two nights before. I was riding high on a Mets win in Flushing, then I had to hear about this bullshit. And it pissed me off.
But you know what made me happy? Things aren’t that bad. I mean, of course I hope that D-Step isn’t hurt from that dirty play by Brooks Orpik (look, no matter what side of the fence you are on, you see that move, and it was DICK MOVE no question). But when I heard what Tortorella said after the game…made me love him even more.
He called them out on the Penguins double standard bullshit basically, calling them the most “arrogant team in the league,” and “whiners.” You know what? Every team, no matter what sport, has their crybabies. I might root for a few of them in my lifetime. But only look at what Sidney Crosby has to say in response (calling out Ryan Callahan, saying Tortorella spoke in the heat of the moment, dismissing what the real issue is here), let alone the “WAAAAAAAHHHH” mentality of their owner Mario Lemieux.
See, Lemieux makes some very good points, as illustrated last season, the Islanders got fined a shitload of money for disciplinary action against the Penguins.
But you know, he comes across as that kid who grew up across the street with you. You remember him, right? He was kind of a douche but he has a pool (inground!), a mom who bakes cookies and lot of cool toys.
Then comes the day when you realize that he uses this against you. Like, if things aren’t going his way, he threatens to take all his toys with him back to his house or makes you go home because you aren’t letting him win.
Except substitute “one of the legends of hockey” for that bratty fucking kid down the street, and there’s Mario. (And you’re talking to a chick who was ALL ABOUT Mario Lemieux back in the day). You know the league isn’t going to do anything to DARE cross Prince Mario’s path. Noooooooo. Especially with this two fucking arrogant bastard players, Malkin and Crosby…the poster boys for double-standard practices in NHL. I get it — they’re good. And I always had a philosophy that if you dislike a player, it’s really because you secretly want them on your team because they are good.
Well enough is enough. Even though those two weren’t involved in the hit (and I do think that Orpik should get disciplined, but that’s just me talkin’), they perpetuate the idea that they are above the law in the NHL and that somehow, the rules don’t apply to them. Well, fuck that noise.
As for Torts, should he apologize? Is RYAN CALLAHAN somehow as bad with the dirty plays (as Crosby alluded to) that the Penguins do, and then complain about in the next breath when it’s one of their players? NO TO BOTH.
I’ll tell you why. John Tortorella is the MAN. I can’t say I was his biggest fan, I liked him enough, just was like – whatever – when it came to him. Now, call me in the corner of Tortorella’s camp.
We’re about to go into battle with this guy calling the shots. He’d take a bullet for his players, and they would do the same in return. You gotta love that in a coach. You really do.
Oh and for the record, fuck Sidney Crosby with a rusty nail.
The Holy Sheepshit and Balls Videocast is up for the week!
Topic: Holy Sheepshit and Balls, the Rangers are actually really good this season. Looking forward for more Holy Sheepshit and Balls moments in the playoffs!
Join the Gal For All Seasons podcast at 7 pm EST for a fun-filled hockey show, featuring our love for the New York Rangers (Devils and Islanders fans can listen in to heckle).
My guests tonight include Nick Montemagno from the Rangers Tribune and Kevin DeLury from the NY Rangers blog. Be sure to check them out on Twitter – NickMonteRT and NYRBlog.
Looking forward to discussing my less-depressing team in 2012 tonight!! See you then.
Is Rick Nash the bridge to get the New York Rangers to the Stanley Cup? (See what I did there?)
I’ll come right out and say it….NO.
Do I think he’ll be a Ranger? Yeah, probably.
Here’s what I think. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this Ranger team is very special. I think they have a pretty good shot of going very far in the playoffs without him. I also think they have a pretty good shot of going very far in the playoffs with him.
The Rangers are not one guy away from being world beaters. THEY ALREADY FUCKING ARE! Take a look: number one in the Eastern Conference by a lot. Dominating rivals like the Flyers and winning critical games they should be winning against the Bruins. There are games like the other night where they just looked severely overmatched, against the Penguins. Take a look though: they’re the Penguins, not a bad team, with one of the league’s top scorers in Evgeni Malkin scoring a goal against Henke. SHIT HAPPENS.
My point is this: the Rangers have been beating the teams they’re supposed to beat this whole season, there have been some shitty games they should have won but did not, but that’s cool. That happens to teams who do well. The team has formed some chemistry and seem to really enjoy playing together and feeding off each others energy.
I can’t say that Nash will change the dynamic either way. They’ll stay pretty much the same. My philosophy is that if the Rangers don’t have to give up much to get him, I say, why not? The deal though is more of a “let’s keep him away from Philadelphia” than “we need him to win the Cup.”
We’re doing just fine with Gabby, Henke, Cally and the rest of the gang. Nash will just be ornamental. But either way, it will be fine.
How did the Rangers get so many delicious Swedes on their team?
Besides our King Henrik, one of the unsung heroes of this year’s team has been the young Carl Hagelin from Sveeden, ya? Hagelin has been getting his due, being named to the NHL All-Star Rookie Roster, and narrowly edging out Colin Greening on the Ottawa Senators (in his hometown for the All-Star Game!) in the fastest skater competition last night. He won’t let this go to his head, these titles are more for the bragging rights of fans anyway (which is why I’m writing about it).
Described as a “precocious rookie” by the Daily News, Hagelin joins his countryman Lundqvist along with Marian Gaborik and Dan Girardi in Ottawa to represent the Rangers in the All-Star Game. In the short-time I’ve seen him though, I’ve walked away very impressed with Hagelin’s skills on his skates and how he can surprise the competition by coming out of nowhere.
Hagelin seemed to click right away with the Rangers’ senior offensive players, like Gaborik (who, in all fairness, has been clicking with everyone this year). The New York Times provided some good insight into how Hagelin has come into his own in the NHL, given his background and gritty work ethic from his days at University of Michigan. I’d say 16 points in 29 games, that’s pretty impressive for a young dude. The law of averages will give us a better idea of what he can do later on. You can look at it from both sides of the equation, though. Does he have great support around him? Yes, of course. He also seems to be a victim of being young, but in a good way. It seems like whenever I watch him, I don’t doubt he’s going to do something daring, and when he does it usually benefits the team.
I’m really liking this team right now that the New York Rangers got going on for them. I love the tough “I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit” attitude from John Tortorella. I love the hard-work, blue-collar ethic that these guys show by example, like Captain Cally, Gabby, Henrik, Del Zotto and Girardi. Just this nose-to-the-grindstone stuff that fans can really get behind. Hagelin fits right into that ethic. His teammates at Michigan and coaches all agree that he’s a tough player and went above and beyond.
I’m excited to see how Hagelin pans out. I love watching rookies as they want to pay their dues, and do so by good old fashioned hard work. Go Hagelin. And Go Sweden. Perhaps we can share in some Swedish meatballs and lingonberries some day soon.
I hate shootouts.
If there’s one thing you need to know about me is that I really really dislike shootouts. I say it every time on Twitter when I have to watch one on TV. I attended one live a few weeks ago, and I’m just getting to it now, here. BlondiesJake said that I may not like it, but if you’re a fan in the stands, you aren’t leaving till it’s over.
I guess he has a point. I didn’t leave till it was over. But I still hated every second of watching it. But luckily, I was in good company, so it was worthwhile.
Back in December, at my annual joint birthday party with Dee, our friend AM came to celebrate with us. I have to say, that I didn’t know AM very well prior to this night. In fact, I had only met her twice prior to this night, evidenced by these photos below.
But we had so much fun at the party, we wondered why we hadn’t hung out till then. So it was settled: a few days later, we decided to go to the January 11th game against the Phoenix Coyotes at the Garden.
It was a pretty boring game. It was scoreless most of the game, and went into overtime anyway. The most exciting parts were when AM and I walked around, as she hadn’t yet been to the “new” Madison Square Garden yet.
Though we passed sausage stands and a kosher Mexican stand, AM wanted a pretzel, and we were having trouble finding them. One of the beer guys was selling popcorn. We asked if he knew where to get pretzels. He shrugged, said, “They’re hard to come by on this level.” They were right behind him.
SMH.
We took a trip to the sky bar in the 400s, and we saw our boy Dancin’ Larry. We got a dance from him later on too! The biggest find of the night thought was AM finding the “Yoo-ling” beer. (It’s an inside joke, let it go).
Up to the point of the shootout, the most exciting part of the night was seeing Mark Messier introduce the Pee Wee Rangers in between periods.
(And a shameless photo of us two girls)
But to get to the point of the shoot out. My friend Rob and I have this saying when it comes to them. “Son of beech. Sheet.” It’s from the movie “Stripes.” Not one of my favorites, but a good quote from it. But I kept saying it every time there was a shot on goal. “Son of beech. Sheet.”
To Jake’s point earlier, I know it keeps fans in seats, it’s not a “tie,” which is sort of boring. But honestly, I guess I’m just old school. Give me “Sudden Death,” or give me liberty. Or something like that. I guess I just feel like a season or a game should be decided on luck. Then again, I guess one could argue that the game is predicated on that. So there’s that.
I just don’t care for it. Till the Rangers won one live.
There were tons of things that could have gone differently in the game. But I guess that going with a new friend, and rooting for the Rangers, and seeing a Ranger win…there are worse things in life I suppose. Like being a Jets fan. Or a Mets fan.
Yeah. Son of beech. Sheet.
Go Rain-juhz.
About seven (and change) years ago, my dad sent my uncle and me an email. The Mets were doing well (as can be expected, with Art Howe at the helm), and he wanted to get excited about something. Meanwhile my beloved Uncle Gene made the cardinal sin of writing in blue and orange caps in a very large font “LET’S GO METS!”
A few days later, “Black Friday” occurred and the Mets went on a losing streak, and that season was never to be. Of course, my dad spent a majority of the time blaming Uncle Gene about his email. To which Gene-oh replied, “Well, if you had written, I’d have blamed you too.”
Something else about the superstitious nature of fans. When the reality is, it doesn’t matter if we wear a certain shirt, or hat, or as my friend Rob during the Rangers 1994 Stanley Cup run, forbid his bartender to clean out the ashtray where he was putting out his butts. But I guess if we’re rooting for a certain outcome, and we’re a part of something larger than ourselves, I guess we need to shoulder some of the blame, or at least feel like it anyway.
The Rangers lost last night to the Pittsburgh Penguins. It wouldn’t so entirely bad if it wasn’t two games after losing to the Canadiens. By the same score. 4-1. And almost the same situation occurred: Rangers fall 1-0 early in the game, come back to tie, then the opposition scores three in the last period. If they hadn’t won the game before, maybe it would be a downer. But it’s funny because everyone is talking about the “slump” that the Rangers are supposedly in. Yes, they’ve lost three out of the last five games. But they’ve still had a successful month, somewhat.
Yet, I go back to my dad’s “Black Friday” email, Rob’s cigarette refuse and our quirks that make us fans. Some of us are dopes, that’s no doubt. But the biggest dope of them all, our fearless owner James Dolan basically made sure that the Rangers wouldn’t get to the Stanley Cup Finals by referring to a pact that Glen Sather made with him a while back. In this pact, there was an item exchange, and Dolan replied that Sather wouldn’t be able to return this item until the next time the Rangers won the Cup.
Bold statement, being at the time, the Rangers hadn’t made the playoffs in seven years. But then he sweetens this piece of information by saying, “I think we’re pretty close to getting that thing back.”
I’d like to say that’s the first time an owner of one of my team’s has said something stupid. After all, Fred Wilpon has had many of those moments, that keep getting repeated to this day. Such as “skill sets” or “meaningful games in September.” But, meh, whatever, Dolan made a bold statement, and possibly the media got out of hand by taking what he said out of context. He didn’t say, “We’re a lock for the cup this year.” He just said he expected to get that item back very soon. “Very soon” could indeed be in the course of a few more seasons. We don’t know. This was a pact made years ago, and perhaps soon is just relative, right?
Oh, who am I kidding? This is the type of drivel that Rangers fans are a) dying to pounce on and b) beat the crap out of Dolan for even THINKING it, not to mention saying it out loud. Look, I’ve said that I love watching this team, because I feel like they can’t lose. I go into every game as a fan thinking they have a shot to win. This is a game, and we take the wins, we take the losses. And it seems like Glen Sather finally took an opposite drink of whatever he was doing in previous years and actually built a good hard-working team that wants to win and wants to earn something. I think that’s great.
Just don’t fuckin’ SAY it, Dolan. Okay? I mean, if they were on their way on the playoffs, I’d say it was fair game, even then ill-advised. Since this is a guy who never opens his mouth except to put a bottle of alcohol in it. Bold, yes. Ill-advised, hell yes. Just don’t say it. They’ve lost two games by the same amount and everyone is freaking out.
We all do and say stupid shit as fans, that’s nothing new. But when your owner says it, it’s easy to point and say, “It’s HIS fault this is happening!” I would be lying to tell you I wasn’t thinking of the Cup this year, with the way this team has been playing. Then there are games like the last few that make them seem like a real inconsistency. Then again, you don’t win every game. But next time, Jim, just shut your mouth. No one wants to hear what you’re saying, especially a neurotic fan base. Kthxbye.
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