Friday, December 28, 2007

Emery Bored

Remember when I said Ray Emery was the most overrated goalie in the league?












He's also whiny:

"Ray Emery saga continues on
Friday, December 28, 2007 | 02:42 PM ET
By Scott Morrison
CBC Sports

As much as the Ottawa Senators have insisted they do not have a controversy, it is a little like Chris Simon claiming he was… oh, never mind.

Fact is, the controversy exists and everything Ray Emery is doing these days confirms it.

And so the saga continues.

One day, not too long ago, of course, Senators coach John Paddock was openly questioning his goaltender's work ethic, especially when he failed to show up for an optional practice at a time when he was trying to get back to playing on a regular basis.

This past Thursday, after it had been confirmed that Martin Gerber would start for the seventh time in eight games later that same evening, on the heels of a wobbly start to boot, Emery hits the ice late for an optional practice and leaves in a hissy fit, sending water bottles flying with his stick, which was eventually pitched into the seats, as well.

That was followed up by comments from captain Daniel Alfredsson, who said the key to success, or in this case at least a return to action, is "to work hard in practice to show that you want to play."

Ouch.

Then on Friday morning, Emery turns up five minutes before practice only to be pointed back home by Paddock, who insisted his goaltender wasn't feeling well. That much we knew already, but now he is apparently also sick.

Whatever the day, whatever the story, the Senators have a problem. While some players have been indifferent (or is that guarded?) with their reactions, others such as Alfredsson have openly talked about Emery's questionable work habits.

Not that the controversy has affected the Senators overall play, but problems need to go away regardless because they can become a full-blown distraction. In this case, fixing it either means making the goaltender physically go away, or for him to resolve his issues with the team.

Trading the troubled goaltender may be possible, but realistically it is highly doubtful - especially with almost $7 million in salary on the table, plus what he is owed this year - that there is much of a market. And even if there is a taker, the return would not be good, not now, not under these circumstances.

It says here that Emery should feel miserable about not playing, that speaks to a competitive fire and that is admirable. But playing is also not a right, it is something that is earned, whether you helped to take a team to the Stanley Cup final or not.

If the coaches, and teammates, feel you aren't working hard enough to deserve a return to ice, then there is a very simple solution to the problem. Emery simply has to realize it and get to work. Literally."



When the normal reserved (read: boring) Daniel Alfredsson calls you out in the press, you know you're in trouble,

Maybe the Kings should trade for him. Even though he's overblown and a pain in the ass, he's better than that beer league goalie LaBarbara they're trying to pass off as an NHL netminder.

Sir Walter the Great (One's Dad)

This is great. It's being reported that Walter Gretzky is being named to the Order of Canada - which is pretty much the same as being knighted.

All for fathering Canada's greatest hockey player of all time. You have to love this.

Sure, sure, the official reasons are something like "contributions to youth hockey" or some shit, but everyone knows it's because his gene pool produced a player so monumentally great that even when he TRIED to tarnish his legacy by playing for St. Louis and the Rangers, he COULDN'T. Heck, even his wife making late night bets with Rick Tocchet couldn't diminish his shine, nor could coaching the abysmal Phoenix Coyotes. The man is the Teflon Don of Hockey.

And now, the guy behind the guy is getting knighted. Or Canadianed. Or whatever. Congrats, Walt!

Why?

So why am I wasting my time writing about hockey? Let me explain with two short anecdotes:

Exhibit A: Yesterday, while driving home from work, I was listening to Jack FM (what can I say? They lured me in with a Pixies song) and during their listing of 'Jack-tivities" they mentioned that beloved local So-Cal sportscaster Stu Nathan passed away at age 81. The host mentioned that Nathan was known for, among other things, being one of the only sportscasters who knew anything about hockey because he once played goal for a minor league team. Then, they hit me with this (and I quote): "So in honor of Stu, we're going to mention that the Anaheim Ducks are playing the Vancouver Canucks this Sunday at the Staples Center."

Really?

The Ducks are going to drive for an hour on the 405 to play a home game at the LOS ANGELES KINGS' home arena? Are they simply cleaning Anaheim's Honda Center that day?

Exhibit B: Last year, as you may or may not know, the Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup. Now, I've been pulling for a Canadian team to win the Cup for a while (Well, I do when and if my beloved Devils are eliminated from contention) - I rooted hard for Calgary to beat Tampa Bay (ugh), I really wanted Edmonton to knock off Carolina (yee-fucking-haw), but...for some reason...I couldn't root for Ottawa. Even though I didn't like the idea of another sunny, warm, American city winning the cup (hockey is for cold, gray places like Buffalo or Minnesota), I just can't stand the Sens. (And not because they knocked off Jersey, either). Ray Emery is the most overrated goalie since John Vanbiesbrouck (seriously, Ottawa's number one goalie is Anton Volchenkov. He made more saves than Emery during their run) and I think Jason Spezza and Dany Heatley are punks. Plus, I couldn't help but get caught up in the Ducks' various compelling plotlines. I wanted Teemu Selanne to hoist the cup, what can I say? The guy's a class act and he deserved it. And I defy anyone to not get a little misty at the whole Niedermayer Brothers story. Which brings me to my point.

During the post-game, on-ice interviews, the local L.A. sportsdouche (whose sports knowledge only extends to athletes named "Kobe" or "Bryant") finally grabs a few minutes with both Scott and Rob Niedermayer, the men of the moment. So, looking the overjoyed Rob in the face, he begins by saying: "You came to Anaheim this year with the sole intention of helping your brother win a cup..." You could see the light in Rob's eyes dim, but being the good, polite Canadian boy he just meekly smiled and waited for this tanned asswipe to finish. "...and now you've done it, how does it..." Before he could get to "feel," the elder Niedermayer diplomatically stepped in: "Um, actually, he's been here for a long time," says Scott, smiling politely. "I was the one who came here two years ago."

The first Stanley Cup for California in NHL history, and this guy can't even do the minimum research required to distinguish ROB from SCOTT Niedermayer?

That's why I'm writing this. Unless I plan on hanging out exclusively with Canadians (no offense. I love you guys, but I can't commit only to you), I need somewhere to talk about how much I love this game, and how much I wish it got the credit it deserved in the country that is hording all the teams.

Next up, I'm going to rant about how Henrik Lundqvist is the most overrated goalie since Ray Emery, and how Roberto Luongo should never be mentioned in the same breath as Martin Brodeur until he, oh, I dunno, WINS SOMETHING. Anything. He took Florida nowhere and so far, I don't see any rings on any Canucks' fingers...A truly great goalie elevates his team (cough Marty cough), he doesn't wait to get traded to an already good team.

So if you know your Staals from your Stolls or your Ruutus from your Koivus, join me, won't you?