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Tuesday, April 28, 2021

no fixed location
Like I said, I didn’t watch much of this year’s National Football League draft.

But, the half-dozen or so times that I did tune in to ESPN’s coverage this weekend, I definitely noticed this curiously franchise-dependent tone of reaction after certain picks:

Players selected by the most successful organizations generally have their positives accentuated by the pundits and experts. So when the Indianapolis Colts took running back Donald Brown from Connecticut with the 27th pick in the first round, the choice was mostly well received…

Two-back systems are all the rage in the NFL, but did the Colts really need to use a first-round pick for a complement to [starter Joseph] Addai when they had needs at linebacker and defensive tackle?

Of course, [Colts team president Bill] Polian does the draft about as well as anybody in the NFL and has earned the right to avoid criticism. Indy’s top choices the last 11 years all became starters.

So ipso facto, because the Colts are a perennially strong team, even their questionable reaches on draft day are presumed to be smart moves.

As for the dregs of the league: Along with the Oakland Raiders, who were instantly trashed for their first-round passing up of top-rated receiver Michael Crabtree in favor of faster-but-less-polished wideout Darrius Heyward-Bey, the Cincinnati Bengals got the raw treatment:

The Bengals’ first three draft picks were players who, at one time or another, were being pegged to go sooner than they did.

During the season tackle Andre Smith looked like a potential first overall pick. Cincinnati got him at No. 6. USC linebacker Rey Maualuga looked like a sure first-rounder. The Bengals got him early in the second. Georgia Tech defensive end Michael Johnson was being touted as a potential first-rounder before his senior season; he went 70th overall.

If the New England Patriots had made those picks, they’d be praised for maximizing value. The Bengals make those picks and the focus is on Smith’s immaturity for ducking out of the combine early, Maualuga’s tendency to overrun plays and Johnson’s lack of effort.

It doesn’t seem like this dynamic was so pronounced in past years’ draftnik hoopla. Not sure why it manifested itself so noticeably in ‘09. Maybe it was because it seemed like a pretty boring draft class — I certainly didn’t sense an especially compelling storyline from any of the prospects this year. So to compensate, Mel Kiper et al went over the top when teams veered from the consensus rankings. As always, the final verdict won’t be known for at least a couple of years, so all the draft-day gesticulation is so much hot air (for now).

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/28/2009 08:33 AM
Category: Football
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Monday, April 27, 2021

For once, I didn’t spend much time staring at this past weekend’s National Football League draft coverage.

But I got the gist of it. Basically, the biggest splash came from the hometown Jets, who hustled their way up to the Number 5 pick to nab Southern Cal QB (and newly-designated franchise savior) Mark Sanchez.

Of course, I consider this move to be a cue for Brett Favre to be a dick and un-retire all over again, thus throwing another NFL roster into preseason disarray.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/27/2009 10:54 AM
Category: Football, New Yorkin'
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Sunday, April 26, 2021

Tyson came out this weekend to much acclaim.

I’m tempted to see it, except that I’m not sure how fulfilling it’ll be to watch James Toback simply point a camera while Iron Mike vents. The interspersed archive footage of Tyson’s most famous on-camera moments should be entertaining, especially if they include my personal favorite gut-spill:

I wish one of your guys had children so I could kick them in their fuckin’ head, or stomp on their testicles, so you can feel my pain — because that’s the pain I have, waking up every day.

I really wanted to find this video moment online so I could include it in this post. The best I could get is this, and it doesn’t look to be embeddable.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/26/2009 08:12 PM
Category: Celebrity, Movies, Other Sports, True Crime
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Friday, April 24, 2021

Mere minutes ago:

I’m standing on a corner in Brooklyn. I’m talking on the phone with my friend, Kirby, who’s in Tampa. Normal so far.

Then, some guy walks by me wearing a vintage Tampa Bay Buccaneers ballcap emblazoned with the familiar red-and-orange winking visage of old Bucco Bruce.

How random is that? It threw me enough for a loop that I complimented the passerby on having a quality hat. Kirby got a kick out of it too.

Further tangents tying all this together: The above photo is of Vinny Testaverde, probably the most recognizable of the creamsicle-orange era Yuckaneers. He happened to be born in Brooklyn. And to top off the meta-data, Kirby had just returned to Tampa after spending the past few days in the New York metro area (no Brooklyn there, but close enough).

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/24/2009 03:41 PM
Category: Florida Livin', Football, New Yorkin'
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Wednesday, April 22, 2021

rough diamond
Just the other day, I was bitching about how overly-enamored this town is when it comes to their precious baseball teams.

Apparently, that devotion has its limits when it comes to forking over premium-seating cash:

After spending $2.3 billion on new stadiums packed with suites, restaurants and the latest technology, the Mets and the Yankees expected fans to embrace their new homes and pay top dollar for the privilege. Almost every team that has built a new stadium in the recent past has seen an immediate surge in attendance.

Instead, the Mets and the Yankees face a public relations nightmare and possibly millions of dollars in lost revenue after failing to sell about 5,000 tickets — including some of the priciest seats — to each of their first few games after last week’s openers.

The empty seats are a fresh sign that the teams might have miscalculated how much fans and corporations were willing to spend, particularly during a deep recession. Whatever the reason, the teams are scrambling to comb over their $295- to $2,625-a-seat bald spots.

So much for sports being recession-proof. They actually are to a degree, just like any other form of entertainment; but disposable income stops being disposable when the per-game pricetag tops a thousand bucks to just plant your butt in a seat.

This underlines just how shallow the well has become. The Yankees certainly have been beating the bushes to reach new high-end ticketbuyers, even engaging luxury real-estate agents to package those premium seats with home purchases. Since the housing market in the tri-state area is just now softening, the timing couldn’t be worse for that pitch.

As for the Mets, I detect a potential silver lining for me personally. I already mentioned that last week’s canceled insider’s tour of Citi Field would be rescheduled, with a good chance of game tickets being thrown in. If those home-plate premium seats are still unsold by that point… Dare I dream?

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/22/2009 02:20 PM
Category: Baseball, New Yorkin', SportsBiz
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Monday, April 20, 2021

it's in the game
Even accounting for the off-the-cuff spirit of the radio interview he was doing, Al Michaels declaring his now-retired broadcast partner John Madden as the most important figure in National Football League history is rather curious.

Why? Let’s disregard Madden’s gold-standard videogame franchise and, at least partially, his Hall of Fame coaching credentials, and isolate the heart of Michaels’ argument:

But what he’s meant to the game over the past three decades as a communicator, not just a broadcaster, but as somebody who could make people more interested in the game, more excited about the game. He brought far more entertainment value to the game than anybody I can think of…

Here’s a guy who just cuts across every demographic. It’s too much of a cliche, I think, to call him an everyman. Yes, John was able to relate to every man, but John was also one of the most intelligent, book smart human beings I’ve ever been around. And a man who I think was a great observer. In a world where there was a lot of self-absorption, John was just content to sit in a lobby or sit in a restaurant and have dinner with a group of people and observe and listen to everything everybody else had to say. He was a curious man and of course everybody knows that he traveled across the country and was in contact with the kinds of folks you just don’t get to see when you make a 3,000-mile round trip in an airplane.

When news of Madden’s retirement from the broadcasting booth hit, among my first thoughts were how he compared with Howard Cosell. Not to directly compare Madden and Cosell, as they were about as opposite in onscreen demeanor as is possible in sports television. But think about it: Madden was more or less Cosell’s inheritor. Just as Cosell, in the ’70s and much of the ’80s, was synonymous with “Monday Night Football”, the NFL’s showcase TV presence (next to the Super Bowl), Madden became the face of NFL television shortly after Cosell retired and kept that position from the ’90s through this decade.

And Michaels? He happens to be the common link between Cosell and Madden, having worked with both on the national network broadcast stage on Monday (and Sunday) night. Obviously, he’s in a unique position, given his personal and intimate work experience with both these icons.

That’s why it’s so curious that Michaels would praise Madden as he did above, in those words. What comes across is a folksy, populist figure that the viewing audience loved to love, and that by extension loved to watch football as he interpreted it. That’s the basis for arguing that Madden superseded everyone else in popularizing the NFL.

That characterization also happens to be just about the antithesis of what Howard Cosell was. By no stretch could you call Cosell an everyman — he cultivated an elitist mien, and used that to engage the audience. And yes, that engagement was confrontational: He largely dictated to football fans instead of conversing with them, creating a persona that people loved to hate. Cosell achieved his NFL success in just about the opposite manner of Madden, and yet, he also did a lot to popularize the game. (Not that Madden didn’t have his haters, but nothing on the scale of Cosell.)

It’s worth noting that the differences between Madden and Cosell run even deeper: Madden came to television after a career as a coach, while Cosell arrived via what had been the more conventional route of sports journalism. And that’s perhaps the most telling indicator of Michaels’ praise of Madden — in effect, it endorses the sports media “jockocracy” charge that Cosell railed against during his life. Obviously, Madden is a product of that jockocracy — and, according to Michaels, who had a bird’s eye view of each, Madden is the gold standard in NFL on-air analysis.

In effect, Michaels has picked a winner in the long term, and it’s Madden, not Cosell. The jockocracy is triumphant.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/20/2009 03:07 PM
Category: Celebrity, Football, TV
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Saturday, April 18, 2021

When I first heard that John Mellencamp had a 14-year-old son that just won the Indiana Golden Gloves amateur boxing division title, what came to mind?

This did: The video for “Authority Song”, which memorably featured a boxing motif (serving as a metaphor for a broader populist message):

It’s tempting to think that the little boy in the video was Hud Mellencamp, John’s real-life son. No dice, though: The video is from 1984, a decade before the future junior pugilist was born.

So for this rocker, life eventually imitated art. I assume Cougar Mellencamp has always been a fan of the sweet science, and encouraged his boy to take up the sport.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 04/18/2009 01:02 PM
Category: Celebrity, Other Sports, Pop Culture
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Thursday, April 16, 2021

I was going to spend a good chunk of tomorrow morning in Queens, taking in a behind-the-scenes tour of the Mets’ just-opened Citi Field baseball barn. And yes, I was planning to live-Twitter about it via my iTouch (provided that there was a freely-accessible wi-fi connection, which I have to assume a brand-new state-of-the-art stadium would have).

Alas, it’s not to be. I got word late today that the Mets canceled the tour. They’re giving a raincheck for later this season, with the real possibility of free game tickets being thrown into the rescheduling. If so, hooray anyway!

And as it turns out, tomorrow probably won’t be an ideal day for substantive tweeting anyway. Because all indications are that Oprah herself will be sending her very first tweet, live on the Friday edition of her TV show (with help from guest-Twitterer Ashton Kutcher, of course — of course!). Given that Twitter already creaks under the strain of its existing user activity, chances are very good that the resulting onslaught of Oprah acolytes will crash the site before the weekend commences.

And that, naturally, will be but the first step toward Twitter’s eventual celebrity-induced destruction.

So, it looks like the Twitterati wouldn’t have gotten my report from Citi Field anyway. And perhaps it never will. Good thing I got this here blog.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/16/2009 09:22 PM
Category: Baseball, Celebrity, Internet, New Yorkin', TV
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Wednesday, April 15, 2021

playing off
Tonight’s the opening night for this season’s National Hockey League playoffs. And right off the bat, there are four first-round games on the tube, between league cable partner Versus and — thanks to two of the three local clubs making the postseason — MSG Network.

Toss in NBC’s coverage, and it looks like I won’t be getting out of the house most nights for the next couple of weeks. At least through the first-round action.

For what it’s worth, I’ll predict Vancouver-Chicago for the Western Conference Final, and Boston-Pittsburgh for the East. Furthermore, I see the Bruins hoisting the Stanley Cup come June. As for my Rangers, I think they’ll be lucky to eke out two wins from the Capitals; the only consolation is that I expect/hope the Devils will join them in an opening-round exit.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/15/2009 08:10 PM
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Monday, April 13, 2021

Nothing says “I haven’t progressed beyond high school” quite like replaying a 1993 football game nearly 15 years later.

That’s what alums from Easton (Pennsylvania) Area High and Phillipsburg (New Jersey) High are doing, come this Thanksgiving. Not surprisingly, and further underlining the point, the bulk of those former players aren’t traveling too far to get back to their alma mater’s football field — most are still local. Like I said, little to no progression.

Apparently, this whole thing is being engineered by Gatorade as a marketing stunt. The best part is the celebrity stand-ins:

Overtime didn’t exist back then, but both schools are serious about settling the score. NFL quarterbacks Peyton Manning and Eli Manning will even be on hand as honorary coaches.

It would be more appropriate to have Robin Williams and Kurt Russell provide the star power, because this whole concept mirrors a mildly funny football movie they made together: 1986’s The Best of Times. Same premise, basically: Two small-town teammates (Williams’ Jack Dundee and Russell’s Reno Hightower) try to regain former glory after having peaked on the high school gridiron, by getting the gang back together for a do-over between Taft and Bakersfield. That flick is actually one of my favorites, only because it recreates the small-town atmosphere with humorous pathos. Not sure I actually want to see that play out in real life, though.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/13/2009 01:18 PM
Category: Football, Movies
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Thursday, April 09, 2021

no friending league
The standard due diligence scouting that National Football League clubs do prior to the Draft has now extended to the college players’ online hangouts — in a decidedly underhanded way, in the form of honeypot cyber-traps:

“It works like magic,” said a personnel source that was familiar with his team’s tactic of using counterfeit profiles to link to Facebook and MySpace pages of potential draft picks. The source directed Yahoo! Sports to one of the team’s “ghost profiles” – a term he coined because “once the draft is over, they disappear. It’s like they were never there.”

The practice may have an underhanded, back-alley feel to it, but most NFL teams are unapologetic when it comes to picking through the lives of prospective players. And with the tentacles of the Internet extending further than ever into the lives of athletes, online information has offered a wealth of fresh ammunition for teams. Whether it’s networking sites like Facebook, Myspace or Twitter, personal blogs, or just the random bits of information that can be found with an hour of free time and a powerful Internet search engine, NFL teams are gleefully delving into new cracks and corners that didn’t exist even a decade ago…

And the process of “ghosting” – creating fake profiles to get added to the private pages of some draft picks – isn’t isolated. Executives from three NFL teams admitted that at one point or another, they had used a similar method to get information. And all three suggested that it was something that was likely used by the investigative sources of all teams.

How creepy is it to think that some tech intern in Green Bay or Pittsburgh is effectively posing as an online hottie to lure football players their way? All to uncover nonsense that a battery of psychological testing and private investigation is supposed to red-flag — and despite all that, teams still wind up committing time and money to spectacular high-round busts like Ryan Leaf and Demetrius Underwood.

Naturally, the players need to be smart too, and resist the widespread impulse to go hog-wild online. Social networks are laughably easy to scour; their presentation as trusted private preserves is the biggest danger here.

What’s not mentioned in all this: Any damaging content gleaned from this exercise leads to more than just embarrassment — it conceivably costs a player money. If some whack-assed photos or rants scare off enough teams, a lineman or quarterback who was tabbed as a prospective second-rounder could drop like a rock to the fourth or fifth round, and end up with a lot less money as a result. Even more reason for the players to show restraint.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/09/2021 08:30 PM
Category: Football, Social Media Online
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We’ve already seen hockey-training yoga, facial-exercising yoga, and Olympic-level competitive yoga.

So given that context, doga, or tag-team yoga with your pooch, isn’t really all that far-fetched (yes, pun intended).

Appropriate or not, this is how it works: Doga combines massage and meditation with gentle stretching for dogs and their human partners. In chaturanga, dogs sit with their front paws in the air while their human partners provide support. In an “upward-paw pose,” or sun salutation, owners lift dogs onto their hind legs. In a resting pose, the person reclines, with legs slightly bent over the dog’s torso, bolster-style, to relieve pressure on the spine.

Actually, I always thought that a dog’s version of the ideal mind-body state was achieved through their ability to lick themselves. Come to think of it, that’s largely what human yoga is trying to emulate…

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/09/2021 11:03 AM
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Sunday, April 05, 2021

Life imitates art, a generation and a hockey league removed: Christian Hanson, the son of Dave Hanson of Slap Shot fame, recently jumped from NCAA college hockey to the NHL by signing a two-year deal with the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Damn sight better than his dad could have hoped for, even if the Johnstown Chiefs had been a real minor-league squad.

For the record: I never much cared for Slap Shot, despite it being designated as the definitive hockey movie of all time. It’s got its moments, but overall it’s an amateurish effort at replicating ’70s-era puck.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/05/2021 02:58 PM
Category: Hockey, Movies, Pop Culture
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Wednesday, April 01, 2021

Of course I’m familiar with the magic number, that games-remaining calculation used to determine when a team clinches a postseason berth:

The short method: Take the number of games yet to be played, add one, then subtract the number of games ahead in the loss column of the standings from the closest opponent. But it might be even easier to do it with one glance at the standings if you can follow this simple mathematical formula: Games In A Season plus 1 minus Wins minus Losses by Second-Place Team.

When the magic number is 1, that means the team has clinched at least a tie for the championship. Once it reaches zero, the team has won the title.

It’s most commonly identified with Major League Baseball, although technically it applies to all team-league sports.

I’ve gotta admit, though, that I never thought to reverse the concept, and come up with the “tragic number”:

The Tragic Number is the combination of the number of loses one team needs with the number of wins the other significant team needs in order to be eliminated. It works just like the Magic Number, Team A is the team you want to calculate the Tragic Number for, Team B is the team with the best record of the remaining Teams. When the Tragic Number reached 1, the best that that team can hope for is a tie, when it reaches 0, that team is eliminated.

Basically a put-us-out-of-our-misery index. I can’t believe I’d never come across it before, given my background in sports media. I guess I tend to focus on the magical element of the sporting world, while avoiding the tragedy.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/01/2021 10:54 PM
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Monday, March 30, 2021

off the island
The New York Islanders have found a relocation option more feasible than their trumped-up Kansas City/Sprint Center canard, and it’s right across the county border: New York City’s Queens borough is dangling Willet’s Point, near the Mets’ new Citi Field, for a new hockey arena complex.

Transportation is key:

The Queens Chamber of Commerce is pitching Willets Point as an ideal spot for the four-time Stanley Cup champions given its proximity to highways and the No. 7 train.

A spokesman for the city Economic Development Corp. said a request for proposals on Willets Point will go out this year, allowing developers a window of about two months to respond.

I’m thinking a location right near mass transit — subways and buses more than commuter trains — would do loads to pump up attendance. If nothing else, the Isles would be practically guaranteed sellouts when the Rangers visit, and possibly the Devils too. In fact, New Jersey’s recent move from the Meadowlands, which is chiefly car-accessible, to downtown Newark, which is on the PATH line, has a lot to do with that NHL team’s uptick in ticket sales.

Can the club still call itself “Islanders” after moving to the five boroughs? Sure can, because political-perceptional divisions aside, Queens really is part of Long Island, and even resembles Nassau County in terms of suburban/urban blend.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 03/30/2009 01:56 PM
Category: Hockey, New Yorkin', SportsBiz
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kiddin' playa
I’ll admit, I haven’t jumped onto the LeBron James bandwagon (by the way, how is it possible that this star, the National Basketball Association’s designated Second Coming of Jordan, doesn’t have his own website up and running yet?).

But after catching his new State Farm commercial, wherein he channels Kid ‘N Play in all their House Party foot-locking choreographed glory:

I guess I’m now a fan of King James. Or at least, as much of a fan as I, being a hoops-hater, can be.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 03/30/2009 12:08 PM
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Tuesday, March 24, 2021

cold old
I’m sure this term’s been around since the twilight of Gordie Howe’s extended career; but I’ll still give credit to the announcers for tonight’s Versus NHL game for invoking it:

The conspicuously 40-something player still hacking it in the National Hockey League? Dub him the “elder skatesman”.

His on-ice role may or may not involve statesman-like diplomacy informed by wizened experience. More likely, the elder skatesman just has a wealth of knowledge made up of a huge bag of dirty tricks.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 03/24/2009 09:02 PM
Category: Hockey, Wordsmithing
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I’m displaying the now-familiar Conan O’Brien “Vroom-Vroom, Party Starter” Super Bowl ad for Bud Light because it still makes me smile:

I’m also posting it here to note that, out of the entire 2009 Super Bowl ad roster, this one appears to be the only one still in regular rotation, nearly two months after Super Sunday came and went.

Oh, some of the broader advertising campaigns that were officially launched with a Super Bowl spot are still alive and kicking, notably those for Pepsi’s rebranding and Denny’s breakfast menu. But I’m not seeing any other of the actual ads that were broadcast during XXLIII making the TV rounds — only this Conan-Bud Light parody. The rest seem to be generating absolutely no return on investment for the $3 million they cost to get on the air — perhaps validating the criticisms that the Super Sunday commercial lineup was remarkably unremarkable this year, and thus had an extremely limited shelf life. Obviously, some of them were intentionally time-sensitive, like the new-movie release trailers; but still.

Maybe it’s just me and the rather narrow slice of the television-channel spectrum that I regularly watch. It’s possible that the other spots are also still running during programming and timeslots that I never watch. I kinda doubt it, though; I have the boob tube tuned in often enough that I’m fairly sure I’d run across at least a couple through chance. I really think the other ads have been mothballed.

So I guess that, by default, this Bud Light spot is the ultimate “winner” of the 2009 Super Bowl commercial beauty contest. Can’t say it’s one for the ages, but better this one than, say, that dumb-assed Doritos spot.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 03/24/2009 11:18 AM
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Friday, March 20, 2021

en fuego
Washington Capitals winger Alexander Ovechkin caused a predictable NHL talking-heads ruckus over his 50th-goal “hockey stick on fire” celebration during the 5-2 Caps win over the Lightning:

Here’s what I’m wondering:

Taking into account that this happened on the road at Tampa Bay, do you think that, somehow, Ovechkin knew that the name “Tampa” is derived from the Calusa Indian word for “sticks of fire”, and thus intentionally chose that “stick on fire” motif?

Unlikely, I know. But if that’s somehow true, I’m duly impressed that Alex O would take the time to research the local history, and incorporate it into his on-ice choreography. Makes the premeditated NFL-endzone dance vibe more palatable.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 03/20/2009 01:09 PM
Category: Florida Livin', Hockey
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Wednesday, March 18, 2021

Not to get overly carried away with Martin Brodeur’s NHL-record 552nd goaltending win last night, but during the game broadcast, a newspaper headline flashed onscreen, and I liked it:


I know only enough French to get my face slapped, but I could translate this phrase easily enough: THE NEW KING.

But that’s only the surface meaning. The double-entendre, in good sports-journalist tradition, had to do with who’s career-wins total Brodeur bettered: Patrick Roy’s. So the compact pun: Brodeur is not only the new record-book king, but also, in a sense, the new Roy. Only works in French, and that language-specificity makes it that much cooler.

Wish I could confirm which Quebecois newspaper that was. The only online trace I could find was this re-use by Fanatique.ca; it’ll have to do.

Bonus blog-reader points to anyone who can translate my all-Gallic title for this post ;)

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 11:31 AM
Category: Hockey, Wordsmithing
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Tuesday, March 17, 2021

mighty marty
In honor of Martin Brodeur achieving his National Hockey League-record 552nd career goaltending victory in New Jersey’s 3-2 win over the Blackhawks tonight, I’m enjoying a cocktail: The appropriately-named Kill Divil.

And that’s as close as this New York Rangers fan is going to come to expressing a kind sentiment about a Devil — even a record-setting one.

Here’s how to make a Kill Divil, in case you’re interested in joining the celebration:

* Several pinches freshly-grated ginger
* 1/2 oz. honey (or to taste)
* 1 1/2 oz. light rum or gold rum
* 1 oz. brandy

Mixing instructions:
Stir all ingredients with a little water until honey is dissolved, add cracked ice, and stir again until cold. Pour into a chilled Old Fashioned glass and add additional ice if necessary.

As you can guess, and as I’ve attested, this drink surely does burn like hellfire. So again, a fitting tribute to Marty’s milestone. Not to mention an efficient way to get blitzed. (Again, to assuage my anti-Devils leanings, I’m using cheap rum — which is supposed to sting Brodeur more than me, somehow…)

As far as further, non-alcoholic background to this big hockey night, some meta-data:

- Brodeur clinched No. 552 at home versus the Chicago Blackhawks. That’s somewhat ironic, considering that the Blackhawks were once courted to relocate to New Jersey, before the Devils franchise landed in the Garden State.

- Brodeur supplants Patrick Roy as the all-time winningest NHL goalie. Roy picked up his 551st and final career win as a Colorado Avalanche. The Devils, in a previous incarnation, played in Denver as the old Colorado Rockies.

Connections galore!

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 03/17/2009 09:27 PM
Category: Hockey
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