Cheating on real life with Hockey.

NP Smashing Fucking Pumpkins – Zero

Without exaggeration, hockey defines my week and by extension my life. Mondays are my Friday from my work week. Work is done and playtime can begin. All day, I have a singular focus. It starts when I get up and go into my hockey drawer and remove the things that don’t sit in the bag all week (underarmor, skate socks, hockey socks, and jersey.) I give the gear a once over, and then go off to work. I try to have a late lunch on Mondays so I’m not hungry when we hit the ice around 830. Literally, all day at work, I’m just pondering getting through the day until I can fly home, grab my gear, get a little pregame on, and take the 40 mile ride to Syosset.   Around 4pm, Im mentally checked out and I just want to go. Then, Freedom. Pop on the highway with the pregame playlist and away we go.

Get to the rink and I’m chirping in the room. Hit the ice and I seek out my running buddy, Kathy of SuperHockeyMom.com to chirp her ear off. Sorry, I went to the Mick Foley school for Cheap Pops and Plugs.

 Go through a few drills which are always informative and get a light sweat going, then we it’s game time. It’s interesting, some folks don’t even watch, heads down waiting for their next shift. Some are just hydrating. Some are engaged, chirping everything and barking advice or encouragement. One guess which category I’m in.

After the game, we shoot the shit in the lockerroom for 5 minutes, my specialty is self deprecation. I get out of the room, and there’s Kat waiting for a quick postgame chat.  Ever thoughtful!

The moment I leave the rink, I’m starving, thinking of survival food. Tuesday is a rest and school day. Wednesday is a “school and the next week’s school work” day. Oh, and NEW COMIC BOOK DAY. Yeessssssss.

Thursday work is back, back through the system with the riff raff again. Friday, Friday is the day I start to feel it again. By the time Saturday is upon me, I’m already plugging. I see Sunday as the last hill to climb before Hockey Day and my Hockey Day routine.

 Holy Hot Dogs in a Handbasket, do I love hockey. It’s given sorely needed structure and rhythm to my life, and an escape from “Hey Ranger! Do birds eat other birds?”

Seperation of Church and Vinny

I love my family. I really do, more than anything. My mother, who died when I was 5, loved her family and her God. I was raised, since birth, in a fairly strict conservative household, son of a Corrections Officer / Vietnam Parachute Instructor and a Catholic School Teacher. Alright, so strict is an understatement. I went to Catholic School my whole life until I enrolled at Brooklyn for my MA. My family is staunchly Roman Catholic. I’m not one to suffer in silence, in fact I’m a bit of a bitch. But with this, for my family, I sat through homily after homily about ‘unconditional love and understanding’ from an organization whose leader Benedict said “homosexuals are the greatest evil in the world”.   My Cardinal! The Cardinal of the diocese where I went to school and said “Our Fathers” and “Hail Marys” for most of my life,  said religious people of all creeds need to unite against homosexuality. Well, that my friends  is it.

God hates?

Tonight, as amendment 1 was being passed despite some of my friends valiant efforts against it, I decided to tell my father I wouldn’t be going to any more church functions. I cannot abide this organization that speaks of my ilk and I being the devil. He’s stunned and I’m crying.

I sat there on Sunday, listening to a priest lecture how Jesus loves all, but those nonbelievers without Jesus will die cut off and alone.

Frankly, fuck that noise.

I’m going to the two Christenings over the next few weeks I committed to, because I love my cousins deeply, but that’s it.  Wedding, Baptism, Communion, Confirmation, all those fun family events are taken from me by a church of which I’ve done nothing to. And that’s fine, but I’ll be damned if I’ll attend any services in a Catholic Church and make them think I support the Church’s archaic homophobic homophobic bullshit.

I don’t believe in lamenting regrets, but this is something I should have done long ago.

My mom died believing in Jesus and Unconditional Love, not this sham you call a ‘church’ wrapping hate and fear in ‘the Good book’.

I’m gay. I didn’t choose to be that way. I was Catholic. I chose to stop that. One day, you’ll bury me, and it won’t be in a Catholic Cemetery.

I’m cool with that.

“Unconditional”.

The Anatomy of a Fluke Goal

NP: Rancid – The Last One To Die http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrKwymyErf8&ob=av2e

Everybody wants their first goal to be one for the books, ya know? Roaring down the off wing and firing a one timer glove side popping the water bottle. That was my vision, anyway. The reality of the first I potted wasn’t anywhere near as cinematic.  I corralled a loose puck the goalie kicked out along the goalline, yelled “slot!” whirled to pass it there, and shanked it… the goalie had committed to my intended pass and thus was off the post, it trickled off his pad and in. He was pissed, I was confused and then euphoric.

Other highlights including a lot of banter on the bench, where I yelled “kick it to the trailer at the point!” to which one of our guys muttered “they have no idea what that means.”  We had a backup goalie in on the backhalf of the game and while I don’t begrudge the kid at all, he’s clearly still learning (like me) or rusty (also like me), but I sold out to block a few shots and passes as best I could… only to have them trickle off me and into the net or to another guy for a tap in.

I did manage to neutralize the best player on the ice during a one on one rush, which honestly made me happier than the goal. Defense first.

In the lockerroom, lamenting the ugliness of my goal, one of the boys chimed in “they all look great in the statbook.” Touche.

The best view I had of a goal from the pine belonged to Kathy. There was a pile up in front and she pinced down from the D and put a seeing eye puck over a defenders stick and through the goalie. Pure goalscorers goal. Don’t tell her I said that though.

Fuck, I’m sore today.

I think after yesterday, my +/- is shit and I now know what Milan Jurcina feels like, but I’ll take 1 G 2 A in 4 games. Pretty sure I’m having a better season than Marty Reasoner already.

A brief game by game for the previous weeks for those asking:

First night, I sucked so mightily. Winded, awful. Had a HELL OF AN ASSIST though. Regrettable performance but I was just glad to be there.

The next week, my skating and stamina were a tad better, but I was absolutely lost in the drills before the game. Sigh. Got a cheap assist on the game winner though.

Last week was my best performance, even though the stat sheet showed nothing. Felt great, won puck battles, even made a few nifty passes.

This week, happy with where I chipped in on offense, but unhappy with a few exceptions (had 3 takeaways) in my Dzone play, way  too much chicken without a head.

That’s it til next week. I will see you then… or I will see you another time.

The VinDex: My list of teams I cheer for and wish to see destroyed.

Isn’t that title catchy? I think so. Anyhow, there are teams I follow, and loathe. I got this together at the urging of Kit_Myster, who bombarded me with the roughly 40 teams she roots for. 40. My eyes bled, my soul hurt. Here’s my handy dandy list.

 

  1. The New York Islanders
  2. The Miami Dolphins – with these top 2, is there any question why my sportsfan life is COMPLETELY miserable?
  3. Atlanta Braves – restorers of my faith in sport and fleeting sanity.
  4. Notre Dame Fighting Irish – Cheer, Cheer.
  5. Florida Panthers – Love the Cats and their Rats.
  6. Baltimore Orioles
  7. Team USA – Always. America.
  8. Bridgeport Soundtigers – Isles top farmteam.
  9. Barrie Colts – Everybody needs a Junior hockey team.
  10.  Cincinnati Bengals / Chicago Bears / Oakland Raiders / Houston Texans – lesser NFL roots

And Team Anti-Vinny, a ten pack of things I hate:

  • 10.   The Roman Catholic Church – That’s gonna get me some hatemail, but that’s what they get for gaybashing and basically supporting AIDs in Africa.
  • 9. New York Yankees – What I hate but secretly wish all of my teams were
  • 8. Pittsburgh Steelers- Classless organization parading around like they don’t proudly defend a 3x rapist.
  • 7. New York Mets – Everytime I try not to hate them, their fans have the gumption to act condescending to their rightful master, the Atlanta Braves.
  • 6.  Philadelphia Flyers – a vile den of scum and villainy
  • 5. Boston (All Teams) – Pats, Sox, Bruins. ICK.
  • 4.  Philadelphia Phillies – I detest this team, so very much.
  • 3.  New York Jets – That asshole Fireman. Their asshole coach, douchebag fans…
  • 2. Pittsburgh Penguins – The League’s favorite sons, my ancient enemy.
  • 1. New York Rangers – Du Hast.

Commence hatemail.

The comeback trail: Don’t make me be that guy again

NP: Kirby Krackle – The Villain Song ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm9U0Q-HuqQ )

Firstly, hat tip to Kathy (read superhockeymom.com) and Kit (who really needs to frigging blog more) for urging me along on this. Lastly, Kaitlin has been busy offering advise when not raising DGSpezza’s Lizard spawn. Thank you all.

One of my closest friends once told me “You’re so much jollier now that you’re fat.” Backhanded compliment, forehanded insult, whatever. It’s true.

But, the thing of it is, for finding my comfort level in my own skin, my Comedian-esque acceptance that “Life is all a joke.”, and dammit, I’m gonna laugh till the end… well, something was missing.

Something to get the ole juices flowing. Something that hurt. Something that brought me to that place where I haven’t been in years.

Time for a moment of confession: Like Adam Proteau, the changed man, noted in “Fighting the good fight”, he used to play like a prick.

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No. Apologies.

So did I. And I revelled in it. Dirty as a pig in mud. SQQQUUEEE motherf’r.

Hipchecks into cars, attacking FRIENDS surgically repaired legs, boarding people into fences.

My finishing move, if you will, was the textbook Bryan McCabe can opener. ( watch the 2:30 mark: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y577VoH1LfE). I loved that thing. It was my ‘break glass in case of emergency’ move. My backwards skating was always god awful, and still is. But goddamn if that wasn’t the way to neutralize somebody with speed.

You call it tripping, I call it “F*ck You.”

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CABER!

So anyway, I basically took 10 years or so off from hockey, and when I came back, now on ice instead of roller, my meanstreak is gone.

Hockey is a fickle, fickle mistress.

I played 2 games like shit, got 2 apples.

Tonight, I played by far my best game. Active stick in the D zone, takeaways on the forecheck, generating 3 or 4 scoring chances… nothing on the stat sheet, including a game winner against (let the record show I had my man. Or woman in this case. Kathy was actually getting an earful from me as the puck went in).

That said, I had a moment of glee. Generated a scoring chance after taking the puck away from someone (who apparently hates me?) and took an elbow to the chops as a ‘how do you do’ and a two handed slash across the wrist as I actually got open for a half second in the slot.

I would’ve lost my frigging mind in the old days. Face wash, slewfoot, hook, a little tit for tat. But today I laughed it off, I was so happy to be on the ice. And so happy to generate 3 scoring chances ( i really need to work on my finish in front) by getting to the prime real estate because my legs were with me for the first time in 3 weeks.

I laughed today about getting the business. LAUGHED. LOLROFLLMAO, Laughed. I laughed about someone hating on me. Two things I used to go off the deep end about.

It used to bother me to no end when people had an issue with me. That’ll occasionally show up now and then, not as a big thing, but I genuinely want to be liked, kinda like an attention starved puppy. Now? Less so. I’m just comfortable with who I am and overjoyed I’m playing the game I love again.

That said, one too many chirps or shots behind the play and it’s inevitable I’ll return fire. Because as much as I enjoy hockey… I enjoy being the bad guy almost as much. It’s better not to make me that guy, for everyone.

Realistically, I won’t regret it. I’ll probably enjoy it.

Addendum: The drills tonight were fun. My skating is not where it needs to be, yet, but it’s getting better. My passing? God gave me hands. I don’t know why, but I can dish that fucking puck and stickhandle in a phone booth. As these were stickhandling/passing drills, I was gleeful. Tape to tape, half a rink away. I was surprised. My skating still sucks and needs to unsuck. My stamina is getting better.

As I limped in the door tonight (nothing nefarious… I went to chip a puck by a far superior player and ate the glass at full speed when he ducked and dished, probably rolling my ankle in the process) I was smiling.

I put myself in position where I had to get slashed because I was in on a prime scoring opportunity.

Just don’t take happy smiley nice guy Vinny for granted, because Vinny smiles just as broadly when he’s being a world class piece of shit.When I play, and I play LIKE THAT? I apologize for nothing and regret less.

As the song mentioned at the outset goes:

“The old fire started again burning
It found me itching for a fight
So kicking sand into some kid’s face
I found my way back home because
I missed you, I missed you and I’m pissed…

Feels good to be bad, so watch out,
Watch out, watch out,
Watch out, watch out, watch out… Cause I’m back.”

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Say Hello to 'The Bad Guy!'

“failure to control players”

Here’s a handy dandy point of reference:

PHI 9 Suspensions, 4 Fines

PIT 8 Suspensions, 4 Fines

NYI – 8 Suspensions, 2 Fines

WAS – 6 Suspension, 1 Fines 

VAN – 6 Suspension, 4 Fines

NYR – 3 Suspension, 6 Fines

Of this sampling of teams fines and suspensions over the last 3 years, exactly 1 team has been fined for failing to control their players. The New York Islanders. Meanwhile teams have more or nearly as many infractions with league discipline, and receive no such fine.

What is so hard about a uniform standard? A teams 3rd player suspension results in a 100K fine with the sum being given to Hockey Fights Cancer. A teams 3rd fine results in a 50K donation.

Why is this standard not clearcut?

Why is it still nebulous?

Because the NHL wants it that way. Look at that list. There’s 5 perennially good teams on it, and the Islanders. Guess which one got the hammer?

HINT: Not the ones that make the league cash money, homie.

Streamline the process, have guidelines. Hammer teams until they clean it up.

How many fines or suspensions did the Isles have this season after being hammered?

1, Tavares. For slashing Letang. Who he should slash again.

Consistency and accountability. Try it, NHL.

 

 

My Playoff Picks and Mock Draft.

Hey fellas and gals, been a while. Your erstwhile isles scribe checks in after yet another torturous year of Isles hockey. I’ll get back on the team beat pre-July 1st, but lets get down to brass tacks. We just saw the envelopes and ping pong balls… and the Oilers jobbed their way to the top spot again.

I’ll recap the crap that was the Isles season soon.

Now that the Draft Lottery has come and gone, and New Jersey didn’t No lube my Isles… We’ll mock the top 10.

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Trots says we can mock our own, you can eat it.

  1. Nail Yakupov – EDM will take him or trade. Very simple. He’s the Consensus Run Away topdog.
  2. Filip Forsberg – Howson goes slightly off the board. Wants a crease crasher.
  3. Mikhail Grigogenko – Montreal. Roy’s son. It’s done. It’s faite compli.
  4. (The only pick we really care about) Ryan Murray – Snow takes a Dman. If Murray is gone, he grabs Dumba.
  5. Alex Galchenyuk – Burke gets a playmaker to support Kessel.
  6. Teuvo Teravainen – Teemu coaches up the young Fin.
  7. Matthew Dumba (If he’s gone Cody Ceci)– Minnesota goes for a BIG Dman.
  8.  Radek Faksa – My Canes correspondents insist
  9. Morgan Reilly – Winnipoop gets the injured but dynamic Dman.
  10.  Malcolm Subban – Tampa finally addresses the net question.

Playoff Predictions

The conference that matters:

  1. New York Rangers v.  8. Ottawa Senators – I want the Rangers out, but they are better everywhere. NYR in 6. *vomit*
  2. Boston Bruins v. Washington Capitals – Who is in net for DC? Bruins in 5.
  3. Florida Panthers v. 6. New Jersey Devils – FLORIDA. RAT TRICKS. IN 6.
  4. Pittsburgh Penguins v. 5. Philadelphia Flyers – Penguins in 7. *vomit*

Out West:

  1. Vancouver v.  Los Angeles Kings – Doughty Power. Kings in 7.
  2. St. Louis Blues v. 7. San Jose Sharks – Blues in 6.
  3. Phoenix Coyotes vs. Chicago Blackhawks – Tough one. Yotes in 7.
  4.  Nashville Predators v. 5.  Detroit Red Wings – Preds in 6.
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Payback is a bitch, bitch. Southern Hockey, FTW.

SC Finals pick:  Panthers v.  Preds. Canada explodes.

Next time you see me, I’ll be shockingly bitter pre free agency. I’ll have a good asbestos filled view from the Coliseum draft party and may live blog it.

Dont call it a comeback.

It’s been roughly a decade since I played hockey regularly. I’ve missed it dearly. At the urging of a good friend, I’ve decided to go all in. Truth be told, there are several reasons this is the right decision. Other than the initial outlay in gear (which face it, 300 hundred bucks is a mountain when you’re a kid, when you’re an adult it’s a pair of parking tickets), 40 bucks a week for ice time / instruction is a bargain, considering it’s 20 bucks a week for bar league softball.

There’s a few things I miss about playing hockey. The hitting, mostly. The camaraderie. The one-upsmanship. The fact I was pretty fucking dirty. 

  Last year, I had the joy to lace em up with a dear friend who since left us to return to his native Buffalo. But that reminder had me smiling (and sore for days).

The sub reminders was that my skating was still awful but my hands, well… filthy mittens can still do work. 

Got stoned more than a few times by a goaltender who could be on the Brooklyn Aviators roster right now if he wanted, but I still had a few dangles in the bag of tricks. Crazy Euro Dangles.

The hands will improve more still. The skating is going to get better, especially when I badger another one of my friends to help me with transitions and power skating. She’s gonna kill me.

Nonetheless, I’m back playing hockey, and look to lace em up Next Monday.

Going for a little cardio between now and then so I dont blow up after one line rush. Probably gonna sneak by Aviator for a skate.

I missed a lot of things about hockey.

Most of all I missed the rush that it provides like no other sport.

Keep you posted on how the quest back to game-shape goes.

 

Today’s game was ‘great’, last February a ‘Travesty’?

In response to last February 11th:

“Not blaming Islanders for revenging DP… but Matt Martin sucker-punching Max Talbot reminds me of Bertuzzi-Moore a bit… Yikes”

-Pierre LeBrun

“Gillies, Haley, Martin – where do the Islanders dig up these thugs? Not one of them could score 10 goals in a full ECHL season.”

-Damien Cox

“One of the worst games I’ve ever seen. Sucks that the #Pens were part of this abortion of a hockey game. #Isles are embarrassing.”

-PensChat

“Not tying down a jersey is a game misconduct in #NHL, but outright assault often is not. Awesome.”

- Dejan Kovacevic

Lets take that from the bottom to the top, in response to todays mekee.

“Awesome. #NHL still hasn’t produced official scoresheet because of all the fights in final minute.”

-Dejan Kovacevic

“Someone needs to punch out Laviolette. Flyers are mad we threw our 4th line for the last minute of a 6-3 game?! Clean hit by Vitale.”

-PensChat

“Why yes, I DID just make playoff hotel reservations in Pittsburgh and Philly.”

-Bruce Arthur

And from the Tribune review that killed the Isles:

(after the game ending melee) “Pens-Flyers is going to be insane…the subplots are thick, and the hockey is extremely entertaining.”

- Josh Yohe

Still waiting on Cox and LeBrun to weigh in, but universally, the reaction has been that of praise for this game today while the Islanders were universally crapped on. That’s garbage journalism. Absolutely cheap with no sliver of journalistic integrity ,and I’ll tell you why.

It’s the easy narrative, done with no homework.

The Penguins Flyers game got out of hand today because it was a one sided asskicking. The Islanders Penguins game got out of hand because it was retaliation for no less than 4 significant injuries caused to Isles by Penguins within one calender year.

The fact that’s overlooked is not surprising, but the simple reality is this: The Flyers get their ‘respect’ and the Pens showed their ‘moxxie’ but the isles were ‘classless’ solely because of where they sit in the standings.

When a first place or playoff team does it, it’s “wonderful” (see Bruins Habs the same week as Isles Pens), when a down trodden franchise does it, that’s a “circus” or “embarrassment to the game”.

The common denominator in both games was the Pittsburgh Penguins (And Max Talbot, who is the equivalent of a almost useful Sean Avery), and that’s not an accident. They have a number of players who are willing to go for ‘cheap’ plays and one or two who have no problem going flat-out ‘dirty’. When that’s what you set forth as how things are going to go, sooner or later teams tire of your antics.

Today, the Penguins initiated this fracas. Last time, their flat-out disregard for safety of their peers led to it over the accumulation of hostility over 8 meetings between the Isles and Pens before it finally exploded. This time it got nasty much quicker.

One last thing on this:

Where is Mario’s ‘shame’ letter to the league now? His embarrassment? His regret to be part of a garbage league?

Once again, Mario Lemieux, patron saint of hypocrites.

Arrogance and Frugality: the actual reasons to bash Charles Wang

Two respected hockey journalists have let loose salvos in the general direction of the Isles Architect of the Incompetence, Charles Wang. A myriad of Isles fans have seen fit to debase these individuals and call for their heads, because “Wang saved the Islanders”. These people, to put it bluntly, are shortsighted.

Pierre LeBrun’s point was that the Isles rebuild should, SHOULD be ready to bear fruit, but they can’t speed the process along as no veteran with options will enter zany Wang’s world of fun.

Larry Brooks was even more damning. His contention was simple: The New York Islanders don’t matter any more.

Both men are right, but Brooks list of offenses was wrong.

He lamented the stalled development of Okposo and Grabner, both with long-term extensions in pocket. He erroneously included Frans Nielsen in this group as well. Firstly, very little about Frans Nielsen’s game has regressed. He is legitimately one of the best 2 way players in the NHL. The one area of actual regression for the freshly re-signed centerman is face-offs, which has become a team-wide problem. This is odd, considering that face-off assassin Doug Weight is on the coaching staff.  Frans’ assist total is slightly down, but his goalscoring is slighty up, and he will in all likelyhood finish within a point or 2 of his career high. And now, he will be a Islander for the majority of his career at a very reasonable price.

Kyle Okposo and Michael Grabner, two whipping boys for the fanbase at the moment, have not had the seasons we’d like. Grabner still has an outside shot at 20 goals in a season where he’s been CONSIDERABLY slowed by a groin injury, which has effected his greatest asset, his speed, tremendously. Okposo can match or surpass his career high of 19 goals with a strong finish.  The problem for these two players has been and will continue to be consistency. Why? Like with Nielsen’s face-off struggles, these two are getting no quality coaching. We’ll get to that in a minute.

One noticeable brightside this season has been the production of the Islanders top line, which has accounted for roughly 60% of the teams offense. Tavares and his merry wingmen are among the most feared trios in the NHL. Moulson is the net mouth finisher, evolving into a well rounded hockey player who knows his defensive responsibilities. P.A. Parenteau, a supposed AHL Depth signing, has become a feared play-maker. His vision is tremendous. His bergenhiem-like penchant for ill-timed offensive zone penalties is infuriating, but lets be real, Sean Bergenhiem never had the goods to score 70 points. This chemistry is why Parenteau must be re-signed, cost be damned. We’ll get to why later.

Nonetheless, the emergence of these linemates notwithstanding, none of this is possible without John Tavares. He is taking a run at a PPG season and a top 5 finish in the scoring race. He is the straw that stirs the drink and the face of the franchise. I was at the Coliseum the night we drafted him and the underlying tension that was there waiting for us to screw that pick up… yeah. Thank Dog we nailed that layup.

The three other positive developments that have happened in spite of the instructional vacuum that is our coaching staff are the return of NHL caliber goaltending to Long Island (Nabokov has been inspirational), the emergence of a legitimate number 1 defense pairing in MacDonald and Hamonic (Who is somehow a +9 on one of the worst teams ever), and the recent development of the Seeker as he’s called, Casey Cizikas, David Ullstrom, and their new-found running buddy, Josh Bailey. The later being perhaps the most important development, because it may have saved Josh Bailey. Thank Dog. 

  Josh was getting written off as Le Bust. But since the switch to wing, he’s found his game. He’s showeing he can be a 20 goal Winger in this league, which frankly, is a damn welcome sight.

Unfortunately, that’s about where the positives end. You can toss passable grades to Pandolfo and Staois who are both clearly on borrowed time and have done a wonderful job of giving literally everything they have to the team, but neither should be back next year.

 Nearly every other player on the team has been a disappointment. Jurcina is an NHL worst -31. Streit’s decision making has been abysmal. Mottau and Rolston going to Boston for a bag of week old dog crap was an outstanding trade because Rolston in particular HAD QUIT on this team.

Reese has been above average but injured often. Eaton has been about passable.

Now that the great Josh Bailey conundrum has possibly been solved, what to do with Nino Niederreiter? He has to be a top line player in the AHL next year. You put him with Kabanov, and let them do some damage. It’s pretty simple. You don’t double down on this mistake by keeping him up here.

Let’s get into the hows and whys these mistakes keep happening:

Charles Wang meddles in hockey operations without knowing a damn thing about hockey.

He’s replaced an actual NHL scouting contingent with a unit half their size (Most teams employ 16-20 scouts, we have 8) and a Center Ice account. That’s a joke. The reason it’s a joke, is because some of the most important stuff you can watch at a game occurs behind a play. Who is busting it back into the zone? Who is cherry picking rather than hustling? Who is demanding an explanation from a referee? Who is engaged on the bench advising teammates and who is sulking? This is why scouts exist. To target, more than just from boxscores and highlights, the players you want in your organization. 

Among Charles’ most egregious flaws is his unwillingness to spend money on this team, which has been near the bottom of league payroll 4 years running. If not for the league mandated salary floor (hold on) we’d have a payroll half anyone else. This creates an unwinnable scenario. A largely inexperienced GM (with NO PRO SCOUTS!) must seek out financially cheap players to come in on incentive based contracts and attempt to give this very promising young core any sort of support and leadership.

Fans are quick to point out Parenteau, Moulson and Streit as key WINS for Garth Snow. Here’s reality: All 3 were discount rack buys. Who was the last free agent in demand the Isles “won”? Miroslav Satan? They are not equipped to win a bidding war because the owner is unwilling to spend money. As such, the burden falls completely on Snow, to assess a players worth and his cap hit, to plug into this roster.

Compare that with the 40 day tenure of Neil Smith. Look at the names he managed to bring in. He WON bidding on players the caliber of Comrie and Poti, which say what you will, is something we haven’t done in almost half a decade. Now compare that to 4 years of Garth Snow retreads.

The important number for Snow isn’t point potential, but cap-hit. if the player is on an ELC (which inflates a young player’s cap hit through largely difficult to maintain bonuses, see Nino) great. Likewise, if the player is over 35 and available for one of those lovely “35 and older” incentive based deals where he’ll never hit the triggers and thus have a cap hit in some cases 5 times the actual payout (See Doug Weight’s last contract)? Great. Snow has done his masters bidding. 

We iced a payroll last night of 22 million dollars against a team at the cap ceiling. We were further below the floor of 48 million (26 million away!) than our actual on ice salary. That’s no way to run a professional team. To put this another way, the Rangers AHL farm team, the Connecticut Whale (formerly the Hartford Wolfpack) has had an on ice payroll of 19 million dollars some nights this year. A paltry 3 million dollar disparity between an NHL club and an AHL clubs on ice salaries. Inconceivable. 

These 2 things, the unbridled arrogance to interfere in hockey operations and frugality, are the basis of all of Wang’s crimes.

They show up in all facets of the organization, from charging the press for water to charging our honored alumni for parking.Or the audacity to suggest rule changes or question the place of fighting, or suggest a committee which you will sit on to discuss roster acquisitions when you are a hockey neophyte.

Arrogance and Frugality.

That’s why the Isles go off the beaten path in FA signings or in drafting. Who needs scouts? Who needs players in their prime who actually get a payout of salary equal to their caphit? Not Charles Wang’s New York Islanders, that’s for certain.