While we wait for Sean Avery to go through waivers and become a Ranger tomorrow, and while we wait for Glen Sather to become a deadline buyer as if his team is actually one or two players away …
Just wanted to get this out there. For the first time in my hockey life, I agree with Don Cherry … to a point.
Cherry, in case you missed it, is all upset with Alex Ovechkin’s goal celebrations. He compares them to soccer players who rip their shirts off and dance and do all sorts of gyrations after goals. Anyway, I disagree with Cherry’s notion that good Canadian boys don’t act this way. I think that’s his usual Xenophobic stance.
But I don’t like the direction of goal celebrations in hockey, which is, or used to be, the last bastion of sportsmanship in the pro ranks. I love Ovechkin’s enthusiasm, and the entertainment factor.
I also fear, however, that as players begin to separate themselves from their teammates in celebrating goals, they will become more like NFL wide receivers, doing the me-first, get-away-from-the-pack so I can show off, selfishness thing.
I don’t think Ovechkin is selfish. He’s just having fun. But I would hate for hockey to have to start legislating against dance routines and such, the way the NFL has tried (in vain) to do.
In hockey, there is and will be retribution, too. That will be an ugly moment when the first opponent takes exception to a goal celebration and does a Dale Hunter-Pierre Turgeon (who wasn’t showing off). I have loved in recent years how players on the ice for a goal celebrate together, then go to the bench and bump gloves with all their teammates. That’s hockey. It has never been about Me, Me, Me.
I just hope it never goes that way.
Just visited Steve Zipay’s blog. He made it over to practice, and reports that the Stars have comfirmed that Avery was placed on re-entry waivers (he can be claimed by noon tomorrow, but he won’t be a Ranger in time for practice).
Also, Zipay reports that Eric Reitz does indeed have a broken foot.
Mark Bell was just assigned to Hartford, clearing another roster spot for you-know-who.