Tag: Danny Dichio
About the Winnipeg Jets being built on free agents…the ice fishing is great, right Big Buff?…Richie's a Hall of a coach this week…pigging out in the (hot) dog days of summer…media friendly Vic Peters…Caroline Cameron gives Tim & Sid a fresh voice and look…those wacky Wimbledon women…don't diss Ronaldo…and a sports scribe who preaches one thing but writes about another
I cannot survive in a 140- or 280-character world, so here are more tweets that grew up to be too big for Twitter…
Welcome to Winnipeg, armpit of the National Hockey League.
Well, okay, that's not exactly how shinny scribes Scott Burnside and Sean McIndoe worded it when Paul Stastny chose Glitter Gulch over Good Ol' Hometown, but that was the sentiment of each pundit's analysis—River City sucks. Still. Otherwise Stastny wouldn't have vamoosed from the Winnipeg Jets to the Vegas Golden Knights scant seconds after the NHL opened its grab bag of free agents a week ago this very morning.
Here's Burnside of The Athletic:
"While he did choose to waive his no-trade clause to go to the Jets at the trade deadline, Stastny's departure as an unrestricted free agent merely reinforces the idea that, as good as the Jets are—and they are really good—they still aren't at the stage where they are a destination for free agents. Not yet at least."
Here's McIndoe of Sportsnet:
"They were a darn good team before Stastny arrived, and they'll be a good one with him gone. But seeing a top UFA walk away will reinforce the old idea that the Jets are at a disadvantage when it comes to attracting top players."
Paul Stastny
Both scribes stopped short of stereotypical jabs about the dark, the cold, the crappy WiFi, the pothole-to-person ratio, and summer skeeters the size of a Zamboni in River City, but the gist of their analysis is unmistakable, and this Winnipeg-as-NHL armpit narrative is oh so dog-eared. Also wearisome.
I mean, I'd buy it if Stastny had gone on record saying he defected to Sin City because "Winnipeg is a garbage dump with a lousy zoo and an ugly museum." But no.
"In the end," the 32-year-old centre-ice man told the Las Vegas Sun, "sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling. Sometimes it's just one of those things that is the best fit, hockey-wise, family-wise and everything in between."
Doesn't sound damning to me.
Yet those of the Burnside/McIndoe ilk trot out the woe-is-Winnipeg refrain every time someone gives Good Ol' Hometown the cold shoulder, mainly because it's a convenient and lazy plot line that plays to the ill-informed among the rabble and, at the same time, ignores history. Yes, history.
Benny Hatskin and Bobby Hull on a happy day in Winnipeg.
Go ahead, kids. Name the most significant free-agent signing—ever—in professional hockey. That's right, the name is Hull, Bobby Hull. And where did that game-shaping event take place? At the intersection of Portage Avenue and Main Street, where a flock of thousands gathered to witness Robert Marvin Hull, fresh off his fifth 50-goal season for the Chicago Blackhawks, scrawl his John Hancock on a Winnipeg Jets contract on June 27, 1972. This was the NHL's glam guy, choosing Pegtown over Chitown. The sport and salaries were forever altered by one free-agent signing.
More to the point, the very foundation of the Winnipeg Jets was built exclusively on free agents, guys who willingly came to River City to form the World Hockey Association's flagship franchise.
Ab Mcdonald, Joe Daley, Sudsy Sutherland, Ernie Wakely and others from the 'hood came home from hither and yon to wear Jets linen. Anders Hedberg chose Winnipeg over Toronto. Kent Nilsson chose Winnipeg over Toronto and Atlanta. Willy Lindstrom could have played anywhere in North America. He chose Winnipeg. Ulf Nilsson and Lars-Erik Sjoberg chose Winnipeg. Peter Sullivan chose Winnipeg. Etcetera, etcetera and blah, blah, blah.
So enough of the tired, old refrain about Pegtown being a shinny leper colony.
Big Buff
Are there guys who'd rather not play in River City? Absolutely. We're told Good Ol' Hometown makes most no-trade lists. Just ask Ilya Bryzgalov. But, hey, John Tavares rejected 30 cities just last week, so it's not like Winnipeg is unique. Look, players talk about three main things when wrestling with free-agency options: 1) Money; 2) the opportunity to win; 3) location. Well, Ben Hatskin wasn't paying Hull $2.7 million in Monopoly or Canadian Tire money in 1972, and David Thomson and Mark Chipman aren't paying Dustin Byfuglien $7.6 million per annum in food stamps with the present-day Jets. Competitively, les Jets were a final four team in this past spring's Stanley Cup runoff. As for location, the ice fishing is boffo, thank you. Just ask Big Buff. So what's not to like?
Just wondering: Are we still calling for Richie Hall's head to roll? Probably not. Hall is the much-maligned man tasked with mapping out strategy for the Winnipeg Blue Bombers defensive dozen, whose deficiencies were exposed like a porn star's privates in two of their first three skirmishes this Canadian Football League crusade. Then along came the B.C. Lions with a benign offence designed to heal whatever ails a wonky defence. So I assume Winnipeg FC's 41-19 victory over the Leos on Saturday evening at Football Follies Field in Fort Garry means it's safe for Hall to go grocery shopping and pump his own gas this week. Just to be safe, though, he should have Adam Bighill tag along.
Here's something to chew on: Joey Chestnut celebrated the dog days of summer by successfully defending his Nathan's hot dog eating title, scarfing down 74 tube steaks in 10 minutes. It's believed that no one has ever gone through that many dogs. Except the Edmonton Oilers, of course.
Richard Deitsch of The Athletic asked this question of jock journos on Twitter: "Who is the most media-friendly athlete you have dealt with?" For me, that's a no-brainer: The late Vic Peters, with about 100 other curlers tied in second. Vic, in the grand scheme of jockdom, was a smooth-edged gem on a beach full of sharp stones. A most obliging, engaging man, he had time for us all. Always.
Sid Seixeiro and Caroline Cameron
Loved the new look and sound on the Tim & Sid show last week. Unfortunately, it's only temporary. Caroline Cameron has been sitting in for the vacationing Sid Seixeiro on the Sportsnet gabfest, and they're as different as a pit bull and a kitten. I mean, Sid's shtick is to talk tough. He dresses the part, too. He looks like he belongs on the set of a gangster movie, skulking around with Luca Brasi and nervously glancing over his shoulder to see if Eliot Ness is on his tail. He wears his sneer on his sleeve. He's prone to prop humor and theatrical orations that would earn him a failing grade in a high school drama class, and his rants are usually about as sincere as a Neymar dive-writhe-and-roll. Caroline, on the other hand…we're talking Mary Richards from the Mary Tyler Moore Show. Polished, professional, knowledgeable, smiling, impeccable, pretty, a girl making her way and succeeding in a guy's world. A lot of viewers (read: guys) pooh-pooh women on sports talk TV as empty heads. Well, Caroline Cameron is compelling evidence that there should be more female voices in the jock gab game. She's very good.
Yes, now that you mention it, the goings-on in London are very strange, most notably on the women's side of Wimbledon. They're spitting out seeds like it's a baseball dugout. Gone are nine of the top 10 seeds and 25 of 32 overall. Wimbledon has never seen such carnage. Serena Williams will have to break both legs and carry her baby on her back to lose this tournament. Even at that, she could probably win the thing and claim her 24th tennis Grand Slam title on crutches.
Ronaldo and Messi
A lot of British accents on our flatscreens during the World Cup, one of them belonging to Danny Dichio, former forward in the English Premier League. Sportsnet trotted him out as an analyst during the group stage of the event, and he had this exchange with Jesse Fuchs…
Fuchs: "People love to compare Lionel Messi and Christiano Ronaldo…Messi missed a penalty earlier in the tournament, now so has Ronaldo. And it ends up costly, as Portugal are held to a draw. Is it fair at all to criticize CR7?"
Dichio: "No. Not at all fair."
So, let's see if I've got this straight: The president of the United States, the Pope, Queen Liz, the Beatles, any journalist you care to name, and Jesus Christ himself are fair game for a roasting when they cough up a hairball, but Ronaldo, a guy who's supposedly god's gift to soccer, is untouchable when he gags on a shot from the 12-yard spot? As if. Dichio gets a red card for being a nincompoop.
Kaitlyn Lawes and Jennifer Jones
And, finally, based on his scribblings over the years, it's apparent that Paul Wiecek of the Winnipeg Free Press does not harbour a healthy fondness for professional athletes. He often writes of them with resentment, contempt and scorn, painting them with one broad brush stroke—they're all money-grubbing elitists who look down on the rabble from their perch of privilege.
"A tiny cadre of coddled millionaires," is how he described the Jets players in one of his tamer remarks.
Therefore it wasn't out of character that he assailed play-for-pay jocks—defrocked Jets goaltender Steve Mason in particular—while making the case that the amateur athletes in our great nation are underfunded by the feds and underappreciated by the unwashed masses.
"Such is the deification that we accord professional hockey players in this country that we think nothing of paying the washouts millions not to play, while at the same time throwing chump change at our amateur athletes and then scolding them if they dare return home without Olympic medals every four years when we remember again that they exist," he writes.
He calls financial support for our top amateurs "laughable" and "a complete joke."
Mike O'Shea
Actually, the joke is a sports columnist prattling on about underfunding and underappreciation for amateurs when 95 per cent of his yearly material is devoted to his personal hot-button issues like Jacob Trouba's attitude, Mike O'Shea's "goofy" short pants, and Mark Chipman's past life as a used-car salesman. His own newspaper treats amateur athletes like they have the cooties. Unless, of course, they're holding a curling rock in one hand and a broom or sliding apparatus in the other. Kaitlyn Lawes, Jennifer Jones, Mike McEwen, Reid Carruthers and other pebble people get the jock star treatment from the Freep. The rest? Basically bupkus.
Here's the professional/amateur story scorecard from the past seven editions of the Drab Slab: 140-13. Granted, seven days of sports sections is a small sample size, but just 8.5 per cent of all articles was devoted to amateurs.
In that same seven-paper time frame, Wiecek wrote three columns: his apples-to-oranges argument about amateur funding vs. greedy professional jocks getting too much coin for not enough work; the Blue Bombers lousy defence and firing lousy coaches O'Shea and Hall; and, once again, greedy pro athletes.
What's that you say? Some sports scribes must be overpaid, underworked and coddled, too? Who knew?
Author pattidawnswanssonPosted on July 8, 2018 September 2, 2018 Categories SportsTags Ab Mcdonald, All England Club, amateur athletes, Anders Hedberg, B.C. Lions, Ben Hatskin, Bill Sutherland, Bobby Hull, Canadian Football League, Caroline Cameron, Chicago Blackhawks, Christiano Ronaldo, Danny Dichio, David Thomson, Dustin Byfuglien, Edmonton Oilers, Eliot Ness, English Premier League, Ernie Wakely, Grand Slam, Jacob Trouba, Jennifer Jones, Jesse Fuchs, Jesus Christ, Joe Daley, Joey Chestnut, Kaitlyn Lawes, Kent Nilsson, Lars-Erik Sjoberg, Las Vegas Sun, Lionel Messi, Luca Brasi, Mark Chipman, Mary Richards, Mary Tyler Moore Show, Mike McEwen, Mike O'Shea, National Hockey League, Neymar, Paul Stastny, Paul Wiecek, Peter Sullivan, Portage and Main, Queen Elizabeth, Reid Carruthers, Richard Deitsch, Richie Hall, Scott Burnside, Sean McIndoe, Serena Williams, Sid Seixeiro, soccer, Sportsnet, Steve Mason, tennis, The Athletic, The Beatles, the Pope, Tim & Sid, Ulf Nilsson, Vegas Golden Knights, Vic Peters, Willy Lindstrom, Wimbledon, Winnipeg Blue Bombers, Winnipeg Free Press, Winnipeg Jets, World Cup, World Hockey Association, Zamboni2 Comments on About the Winnipeg Jets being built on free agents…the ice fishing is great, right Big Buff?…Richie's a Hall of a coach this week…pigging out in the (hot) dog days of summer…media friendly Vic Peters…Caroline Cameron gives Tim & Sid a fresh voice and look…those wacky Wimbledon women…don't diss Ronaldo…and a sports scribe who preaches one thing but writes about another