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Oh Captain, No Captain

March 29, 2010 11 comments

This stems from a conversation I had on Twitter with RossCreek of FlamesNation the other day after the rumor of King, Sutter and Sutter being fired in lieu of Nicholson, Yzerman and coach to be later named surfaced on CBC. (Random aside: to me CBC is Cambridge Brewing Company, a crappy brew bar in Cambridge. Canadians tell me it’s a TV station.  Looks like CBS is getting pirated on the *puts sunglasses on* high Cs. YEEEAAAAAAHHHH)

Annnnnyways, we started discussing coaching styles, and whether Brent’s coaching was the problem.  As I mentioned in my last snark filled post, I’m not entirely sure the bizarre decisions are his fault one way or another, but those are not the coaching we’re referring to.  We’re referring to the “hardass I’m a dinosaur and probably fat also my name is Ken Hitchcock” coach vs. the “fun light-hearted cuddly bunny” coach.

RossCreek was saying it’s time for a change in styles to a softie, since clearly Keenan and Sutter aren’t getting through to the team.  I am thoroughly of the opinion that at the end of the day, it shouldn’t make a difference.  Why? 

  1. These are grown men.  I can understand you’ll want a more “fun” coach on a really young team (like the St. Louis Blues or NY Islanders), but on a team like Calgary where the age skew is closer to 30 than 20, it shouldn’t matter. The team should be able to be professional, show up, work hard, play the game hard, and go home.  They’re not kids growing up still.  This is not their first rodeo.
  2. The coach shouldn’t fit a mold.  He should adapt.  And I think Brent has done that.  There’s been times where he’s yelled, there’s been times where they’ve had a fun day in Toronto.  But the key is never rewarding mediocrity.  If things are just going poorly with bad bounces, take their minds off the game.  But don’t give them fun times for just being apathetic.  And Brent hasn’t done that.  I mean, could you be a fluffy bunny coach if your team gave up five goals to goddamn Boston?
  3. The problem is a lack of effort, not skill nor understanding of the game. The players skate around listlessly, except for the odd game or period where someone reminds them that effort is involved.  A coach can only do so much leadership since he’s in a suit behind the bench.  Real leadership comes from the players.  The number of times this year I’ve seen Iggy skate bored around a scrum with Calgary players getting roughed up is ridiculous.  If you wear the C, you are the leadership on the team.  You are the heart, soul, and backbone of the time.  If you don’t have the drive, the passion, and the integrity, take it off.  This is my main point, let me expound:

I’ve mentioned before that I played high level volleyball (AA and AAA) when I was younger, and provided my hand recovers, I’ll hopefully get back to it.  My experience with the coach was not that he was our leader.  He taught us, yes.  Corrected my form when digging, or laying out for a pancake.  But he didn’t make me play harder because of what he said or did.  He was there to coach, not lead. 
I wasn’t the leader either, being good enough to be scouted doesn’t mean I was a natural leader in addition to a natural libero.  No, an outside hitter was our captain, and he was a damn good one.  He wasn’t the best player in the game, or at his position, or even at his particular strengths.  But he knew when to yell at us, when to give us a pat on the back, and when to applaud us.  He played with his heart, and made us want to. 

My point is, leadership didn’t come from the coach, or the best player.  It came from the best leader.  Right now, I don’t see Iggy as the best leader on the ice.  I hardly see any players worthy of being called a leader on the Flames based on their presence off and on the ice except for maybe Great American Eric Nystrom. 

Maybe it’s time to take the C away. Whether we give it to someone more worthy right away, or hold on to it until someone truly steps up (a la Sharks this year), I don’t know. But to me, the coaching is not the problem. The lack of on-ice leadership is.  I love Iggy, I do. But if he can’t play heart and soul anymore, find someone who can and will.

Are you looking for answers?

March 26, 2010 2 comments

I am too. So, with that in mind, come join some of your favorite Flames bloggers at FlamesCentral tomorrow @ 11am to drown your sorrows in booze and food.

I was going to try and write something positive, try to be optimistic that there is a 7% chance we might make the playoffs, whatever. But I can’t. And that essay will come the day the Flames are eliminated by Washington or Boston or whomever. I don’t know if I can blame all of this on Brent and Daz, because that pile of shit that was on the ice last night is the fault of the players. Instead of going out there and winning the easiest game we had left, we let the Islanders and all of the glorious 4 thousand in attendance beat the 55 million dollar payroll Calgary Flames. 

I really don’t know what to say anymore.

A Depressing Outlook and Mailbag

March 23, 2010 1 comment

The Calgary Flames’ season has the potential to end tonight. Maybe not officially, but as I write this, they sit 4 points back of the Detroit Red Wings for 8th, 6 behind the Avs for 7th, and 4 up on the Blues for 9th. Those are all large gaps, given that they make up 25% of the Flames’ available points at the moment. The Flames need to keep the Wings (or Avs, depending on the next couple games) within one game, even if Detroit has an extra to play with points wise.  Lose tonight, and there is a good chance Detroit goes 5 or 6 points up with 9 games left. That is a near-impossible gap to make up, especially considering the injuries that the Flames have encountered over the past 3 games.

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Thanks a lot, Vancouver.

March 21, 2010 3 comments

I didn’t think I could hate you guys any more then I already did. Even when I’m cheering for you (well, ok, not cheering , but hoping for a Detroit loss), you guys go out there and shit the bed with that. 2 goals in 5 seconds? That’s Edmonton bad. At least Edmonton can use the “we really suck” excuse for allowing a goal with .2 seconds left, but you guys have nothing to fall back on. Couldn’t Burrows have pulled off some random piece of douchebaggery to stop Zetterberg? Couldn’t that dickhead Kesler have hit the net with 30 seconds left? Howard had left more net open there then Curtis McElhenney does on a per-game basis! Luongo wasn’t even flopping when they scored! I know, it surprised me too!

Well, look at it this way: by the transitive property, you guys are now worse then Edmonton.

Go Screw Yourselves,

Justin

Edit: Special mention to Iggy for beating the shit out of that asshole Ryane Clowe, and to apologize for the excessive swearing.

Just an apology, I suppose

March 21, 2010 Leave a comment

I had my surgery yesterday, and while the recovery is coming along quite well, one of my hands will be in a cast all week, meaning I might, MIGHT get one post out.  Apologies in advance, and enjoy the lovely work of Justin.

Also, I’m on oxycodone, so take a drink for me as I can’t (without lots of vomit, at least).  Finally, a haiku, for you.

I got surgery

I have as much energy

As Old Steve Staios

A Dear John Letter to the Post-Season

March 16, 2010 Leave a comment

Dear Post-Season,

Look, we’ve had some wonderful times over the years.  Iggy beating up Lecavalier, the disallowed goal, losing in the first round, McLennan slashing the stomach of Franzen before losing in the first round, losing in the first round again, and not making it past the first round.

Seriously, these were wonderful times, and I’ll treasure them forever.  But it’s over.  We can’t see each other anymore.  There’s…someone else.  And he’s made it very clear we’re not allowed to see each other.  By trading away cap space and passable players for no cap space to resign good players, he’s put his foot down on our flings.

Much like a young couple, he encouraged experimentation back in ’04, he just wasn’t willing to let the two of us go all the way.  But as time has gone on, he’s become more and more resistant to me seeing you, and now it’s time for goodbye.

Post-Season, it’s not you- it’s me.  Maybe someday in the future we can see each other again.  Maybe I can even touch your Cup, if you know what I mean.  But that day isn’t today.  Or probably next year for that matter.

I’ll miss you Post-Season, always remember that.

Love,

The 4th Line Blog

Oh, hello there.

March 15, 2010 6 comments

You are probably wondering who I am. I’m wondering the same thing. This re-birth, “Enter the Matrix” thing is tricky.

Just kidding. I was born with the cybernetics. While the hate for the Sutters as people is small, the hate for the things that make them what they do with the Flames is capacious. From the “Draft Day Debacles™” to the trades for Kotalik, Jokinen, and Staios, it is the management that makes those moves, and thus I question them from the basement of my parents household. (Joke.) I’ll try to keep the unfunny bantering to a minimum, while still bringing opinionated content to the site.

Personally, I live in Calgary and have been a Flames fan since my birth. My first ever onesie was Flames-themed. I’m going to school at SAIT, then in the US next year for sociology.

Jesus, I sound like I’m a mainstream writer.

Go Flames Go!