Showing posts with label Komisarek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Komisarek. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Kovalev? Goodbye. Koivu? Good luck. Komisarek? Good riddance.

Not shown: traitorous fucking pigdog defensemen.

So it's been a week since the grand free-agent frenzy started, and the Canadiens are a mixed bag of what the fuck that really won't get sorted out until we see if Bob actually had a plan or just threw money at anyone who wasn't part of last year's monumental cock-up of a season. Those types of arguments will last as long as Leaf fans gloat about how Flyers North will beat the Hobbits/midgets/Lollipop Guild/Roloff Family into submission next year (which should be until they realize that at some point, all those thugs will take penalties and pay dearly for it - we hope.) I'm reserving judgement on who the Habs kept, solely because I don't have a fucking clue what will happen. I'm resigned to hoping for the best and expecting something far less. Sort of like the last 15 years.

No, today is the day to talk about the ones who went away, got away, or were shamefully pushed away. Kovalev. Komisarek. Koivu. In that order.

Kovy, the Superstar that Never Was:

And so the era of Kovalev ends fittingly, with all sorts of rumours, mystery, rabid fans defending "L'Artiste", just as many rabid fans wishing he would fuck off, and an anticlimactic finish (the Sens? That's it? Not the Penguins to play with Malkin, not LA to mess up the young kids, not a reunion with Jagr in Russia?)

On any given night, Kovalev was the best player in the rink or the worst. He was dominating and controlling the puck for minutes at a time, or shying away from contact on the boards. He was making a mockery of physics with a wrist shot from an impossible angle or taking a stupid penalty. He is, for a generation of younger Habs fans, the closest thing to a non-goalie superstar they have ever known. To the older generation, he's a modern day Pierre Larouche; talented beyond most mere mortals and never able to put it all together in the package it deserved.

The stories surrounding Kovalev run the gamut from "slacker/cancer/bad influence/only tries when Koivu is out" to "great teammate/amazing work ethic/great mentor for the kids". Given what I saw on the ice and the implosion of the dressing room last year (including Kovy's infamous walk in the snow with Gainey) I lean more towards trouble than terrific. And with Gainey clearly looking to take this team in an entirely different direction on ice and in the room, Kovy's time was clearly up. I will remember the fantastic performance in the playoffs against Boston, the epic comeback against the Rangers, the night he crushed Darcy Tucker, the countless one-timers that sizzled into the top corner, the myriad of tricks, the goal he destroyed Chara and Thomas on. But I'll also remember the bizarre pronouncements, the amount of times I shouted at the tv because it looked like Kovy was taking a shift or a night off, and that I knew I would kill to put his talent into the body of a guy who played full-bore like Steve Begin just to see what would happen.

In the end, I don't have any ill will towards Kovalev. I appreciate that he came to Montreal and then re upped with them when they were struggling badly on ice and off. But I am not about to shed a tear for his departure or curse at him for going.

I will save my bile for ...

Komisarek, the ungrateful turncoat:

(Note to Leaf fans who seem to think this Komisarek hate is irrational: Please review what you said about your former captain when he was contemplating his future about one year ago. That's a pretty big glass house you live in.)

It's not that he went to the Leafs. I hate the Leafs, but I hate the Bruins more. What drives me (and so many other Habs fans) to white-hot-levels of "Komisarek is a Judas" hatred is the perception that Komisarek essentially gave the finger to an organization that:

a) Announced he was priority number one in free agency, over the beloved team captain, the talented Russian fan-favourite, and the French-Canadian scorer the team gave up a first-round pick for just a year earlier;
b) Thought so highly of his input and contributions that they asked him to coach while he was injured this year;
c) From all reports, bent over backwards to help him and his family when his mother passed away; and
d) Made no secret of the fact that they considered him future captain material.

Komisarek received an offer from Bob Gainey that was reported as 5 years, $20 million. He left for the Leafs for 5 years, $22.5 million. According to reports, Komisarek never even gave the Habs the opportunity to match the offer. He bolted. That, more than anything is what hurts. The franchise drafted him, taught him, had plans for him. The fans adored him, defended his questionable tactics when other teams accused him of late hits, not fighting, or cheap shots. We all suffered the guffaws and countless youtube replays of Komisarek getting destroyed by Milan Lucic and stuck by him. The Canadiens and the fans invested in Mike Komisarek, and he didn't invest anything back. That's why we're mad. That's why we turned so quickly. That's why next year, I will cheer every time he gets caught out of position trying to make a big hit, every time he gets thumped by Lucic, every time he takes a stupid penalty. That's why he's getting his ass booed at the Bell Centre for the rest of his life. Like that fucker Grabovski, he looked the Habs franchise in the eye and spit; So fuck him. He could have learned a thing or two from:

Koivu, the man who deserved better:

Lost among the rage over Komisarek's departure and the stupidity of a rally for an enigmatic 25 goal scorer was the shabby treatment doled out to the most important Montreal Canadien of the past decade. Saku Koivu never became the elite scorer his early seasons promised due to a combination of bad luck with injuries, bad linemates, lack of size, whatever. He never lead the Habs to a Cup, which is how legends usually get made in Montreal. He was never fully embraced by a large segment of the fan base, either because he wasn't Francophone, or didn't score highlight reel goals, or because he had the misfortune of being the leader of the most rudderless, Three Stooges-esque collection of Habs teams ever (thank you, Mr. Corey and Mr. Houle and Mr. Tremblay).

The measure of Koivu's worth to the team and city can't ever be quantified in points-per-game or trophies won. His tireless charity work, his ability to come back from knee injuries and cancer and almost losing an eye, his calm and dignified response to the barbs lobbed at him over language by the Guy Bertrands of the world, his willingness to get on with the business of playing hockey without complaining about his contract, or his linemates, or his lack of support from certain fans all speak to the man he was. Koivu was a throwback to an earlier incarnation of Montreal Canadien; The class of Beliveau, the guts of the Richards, the little big man tenaciousness of Joliat. He isn't as fast as he used to be, and he isn't strong enough to continue to battle for 25 minutes a night against the Getzlafs or Malkins of the world anymore. But his time with Tanguay and Kovalev last year and his work with kids like Little Tits and Gui! Gui! Gui! surely show that he had something to offer on the ice to go along with all he brings off it. Obviously none of us know what transpired between Koivu and Gainey over the past year, and we don't know what kind of offers or counteroffers were made. But in my opinion, Koivu deserves better treatment from the franchise he has served so well for so long. If by some miracle he returns, I will welcome him with open arms. If he is indeed done as a Canadien, I will wish him nothing but the best and hope that his next appearance at the Bell Centre results in a deafening ovation. He deserves that. He deserves better than what he's received so far.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

The Morning Skate for Thursday, September 27th Presents No Sex in the Champagne Room: The FHF Season Preview Presents Mike Komisarek

Bullet points for what you missed while having nightmares of the FHF blending two features into one and like, blowing your mind, dude...
  • Today's training camp report looks at Josh Gorges and Ryan O'Byrne. Can we keep both with the big club?
  • Stanley Cup hits London in advance of the Ducks-Kings this weekend. No one cared. If you going to have games in Europe, you know there are countries that play hockey there, right Bettman?
  • Chicago Black Hawks owner Bill Wirtz died yesterday at age 77. There are very few deaths you celebrate, but I have a feeling Hawks fans have a bit if a smile.

Alright, the FHF season preview continues... right now!


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Wow. I cannot believe I have a chance to post a photo of one of the most awesomest hockey helmets ever. I love those things.

I also may have a bit of man-love for the the guy under that helmet. Might as well know that up front. This year I guess you'd have to call him the 2nd D behind Markov. But is he the tits? Speaking of...

The tits - a really, really solid defensive D who seems to be getting better every time he steps on the ice. Size! On a Hab! 6'4", 240+ pounds, and thank god, he's not afraid to throw it around. 4th in the league in hits last year. Did I mention he's a really, really solid defensive D? +7 last year led Habs D and was second on the team. Durable, playing all 82 games last season. Put in major minutes too. Not afraid to step in front of a shot. Not afraid to drop the gloves even with the league's heavyweights. Skates well for a big man. Can move the puck up the ice or pass out of his own zone. Decent shot. Did I mention he's a really, really solid defensive D? I guess I did.

The cellulite - never gonna be mistaken for Bobby Orr. 19 points last year was a career high, though I remember a couple of nice shorthanded markers.

The armpit hair - sometimes his rough hits and fights are just poorly timed, putting him in the penalty box when he needs to be on the ice. That annoys the shit out of me. But at 25, I think he'll learn.

In the VIP Room - I wasn't fucking with you when I said he seems to be getting better every time he steps on the ice. I have watched him get more comfortable out there every game since he started playing regularly with the Habs. And defensemen don't peak at 25 - he's still climbing the hill of potential. Could be a top 5 defensive defenceman for a decade to come. I'm giddy. Alright, there is man-love and it's making me sick.

Chez Parée Bound? In a restored classic V-8 American muscle car. Let's just hope he doesn't have a fight with the bouncer.

Signature Song - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

8 lap dances (out of 10) - I'm leaving him room to get that 9 or 10 in the 2008 FHF Season Preview (Live from The Spearmint Rhino Las Vegas).

The 4 AM Smoked Meat Sandwich - as the rest of the FHF emerge from private booths today, they'll have a smoke and tell you what they think.

HF10 - When was the last time we had a someone that huge who made opposing forwards really think twice about their route to the net? Komisarek's the only Michigan grad this Notre Dame fan likes.

HF33 - Komo can put his stamp on this team this year. He is one of only 2 players with the Habs to raise the crowds out of their seats with board cracking hits. The other one is soon to be previewed...This season will allow Komisarek to audition for the role of a new Captain K.

Panger - Last year there was talk about trading him to the Isles. At least Gainey's inaction paid off on this occasion, cause Komisarek is going to become one of the dominate physical NHL defencemen by the time everything is said and done.

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Morning Skate for Monday, July 9th

Bullet points for what you missed while dreaming of 1993, 1986, 1979, 1978, 1977, etc...

Man, this off-season better end soon.