High on caffeine and life, I drove to to the rink this morning with the intent of asking players how they would grade the Rangers at the halfway mark of the season. I figured every reporter does a mid-season report card of some sort, why not ask members of the team to grade themselves first?
Here’s why: because I’m pretty sure no one wanted to take part. And I actually don’t even know that because I got one question in to Brendan Shanahan, was interrupted by something else, and the whole idea fizzled out altogether.
On the plus side, I still have a lot of clean pages in my notebook.
“I don’t really like that grade stuff,” Shanahan told me. “I think we can be better, I’ll put it that way. But I really still feel like we’re halfway through a job here, so to talk about our successes or failures is incomplete.”
I suppose I could have persisted, but like I said, I was interrupted, and I also started to think maybe Shanahan had a point. I think if all of us graded the Rangers thus far, the marks, based on what was expected of this team, wouldn’t be all that flattering. And if things continue at the current pace, you would certainly have to call this team a disappointment. But there ARE 41 games to go, meaning maybe this team should be judged more on where it ends than where it is.
Of course, if the Rangers end up worse than they’ve already been, the grades would likely resemble those from my junior year of high school, when my parents threatened to sell me to a band of gypsies.
But I digress. Some updates:
OK, that’s all for now. Back with more later from the Garden.