Archive for May, 2010


Oh good, this jersey on NBC again!

According to multiple reports, Gary Bettman is going to announce today that the 2011 Winter Classic will be played at Heinz Field in Pittsburgh between the Penguins and the Capitals. It’s been rumored that this would be the sight and matchup since 10 minutes after this year’s Winter Classic ended and the US Olympic Hockey team was announced by racially diverse children wearing oversized jerseys. I personally remember saying that they’d fashion a network ratings wet dream: Crosby vs. Ovechkin vs. The Snow.

I’m a fan of great hockey, regardless of who’s playing. Regardless of who’s playing, I can enjoy the game that I love, even if it’s a bitter rival of my Devils (i.e. the Stanley Cup Finals this year). But the fact of the matter is that the NHL has been billing itself as a league with 2 superstars, and the rest of the players are just a bunch of ragtag guys who beat each other about the face and head until their teeth fly out, and I’ve just about had enough. View Full Article »

Stat Central – OPS

Completely improper use of a Venn Diagram

Baseball is a thinking man’s game. Presumably it’s been labeled as such not only because mental defectives make poor base runners, but because there’s a great deal of thought that goes into the actions of a single player. Fielders need to make decisions regarding where they’re throwing the ball depending on whether or not they can get the runner out, pitchers and catchers need to be on the same page about pitch locations and what to throw to beat the man at the dish, and the manager pulls it all together like an orchestral conductor who likes touching his ears, nose, and chin with his index finger.

But in reality, I think baseball was invented for one group of people – statisticians. Someone in a basement emerged one day, taking off his glasses, declaring that he figured out which team was best and would win the pennant, boldly shouting the word, “SCIENCE!”

Statistics are an ever present reality in all sports nowadays. Save, slugging, and down-conversion percentages; points, assists, and yards per game; batting average, all purpose yards, sacks, minutes on ice, you get the picture. Omnipresent panels and scrolling bottom bars bombard you with every number you could ever dream of having, most of it very useful. Which brings me to my least favorite stat ever. View Full Article »

Dallas Braden is no Catfish Hunter. That is all.

Upset of the Century

Today, the horse nobody thought would ever win brought its A-game, and proved all the pundits wrong. Today, at the World Hockey Championship in Mannheim Germany, Canada beat Italy by a score of 5-to-1.

It’s a crazy sport.

Devils Fans, a Call to Arms.

New Jersey is a great place. It’s a great place for food, and music, and traffic, for trying to get laid, and if you’re a fan of the puck, for hockey. Say what you will about their playing style, or their playoff woes over the last decade, but there can be no denying that the Devils have long since overcome the crippling terribleness that once had Gretzky calling them “an embarrassment to the game.” New Jersey has a solid team, and three Cups to attest to that.

Having said all that, New Jersey residents, and Devils fans in particular, tend to be…dickheads. Which is great, in most social situations, but for me, at least, it doesn’t transfer over to hockey. It could be that I’m just painting too idyllic of a picture of other teams’ fans, but I never feel like a New Jersey crowd has the same energy of a place like Pittsburgh, or even Phoenix before the Red Wings slapped them with their wieners in game 7. When I go to a game, I feel like everyone around me is there more to criticize everything the team does, regardless of the score, rather than root their hearts out for the team. I mean, isn’t it an indication that something is wrong when the loudest shout of the night is invariably “Rangers Suck!”, even if the Devils are hosting Calgary at the Rock that particular night.

Don’t get me long, I love to bust some Ranger fan balls as much as the next guy. That’s one of the things makes the sport great, the rivalries, especially between teams in such close proximity, like the Devils and Rangers and their most recent playoff executioners, the Philadelphia Flyers.

I like to think of myself as a new breed of hockey fan at best, and at worst a guy already well suited for a job as an NHL analyst. I might bleed red and black, but I don’t live and die by the tip of Zach Parise’s stick (his dick?…totally different matter). I respect the players of the National Hockey League and all the great things they do every night. I’d like to see every team in the NHL win a Stanley Cup at some point in my lifetime; save one, and that one is a team currently ahead of the Boston Bruins by a score of 3-2. I’m a lover of the game man, but do I hate the fucking Flyers.

Now, don’t go calling me bitter. This isn’t about the first round. This is a matter of principle. Honestly, I like a lot of the Flyers players this year. Boucher, Pronger, Briere, even that vaudevillian villain Daniel Carcillo; these guys are great players, but they’re Flyers. I’m all for loving the game, and I think it’s important to be able to separate yourself from your team and enjoy the game from the perspective of a different team, but there is a flip side of that coin. Just as the game needs rivalries, the fans need an enemy. A nemesis. Ask most Devils fans who their nemesis is, and most answers will be the same. The Rangers of course.

Daniel Carcillo, Flyers Winger.

Having been raised by a pair of expatriot Ranger fans, I was never indoctrinated in the Ranger-loathing that so permeates the senses of most Devils fans. Instead, my parents ever so subtly (or maybe not subtly at all, I don’t remember, I just know it worked) directed my innate hockey-hate at the other nearest city and team, those Philthy bastards. Not that it was hard, growing up, to hate the Flyers. I didn’t know many Rangers fans as a kid, but there were plenty of heathens and idolaters rolling up to the playground during recess wearing some gaudy Flyers gear, or even worse, a Phantoms shirt.

Totally lame.

So, as the third period of this game four gets ready to kick off, let me make this plea to you, New Jersey Devils fans. In this new decade, as we approach thirty years as a franchise, let us stop waging a war on two fronts. Until such time as they prove a threat once more, let’s retire the Rangers as Enemy Numero Uno, and officially start hating  the Flyers, a team Colin Powell once called “The root of all evil and everything bad that has happened to anyone.” with all the copious pent up hostility and sexual frustration that comes along with every New Jersey childhood. Not because they out played us in Round 1, but because let’s face it, people who root for Philadelphia are usually WAY bigger dicks than people who root for New York or New Jersey. While the Devils fan base can’t do much to improve its ‘tude during the off-season, at least we can pass the time with spite.

Go Bruins.

Los Dodgers, that's what the signs say right?

Tommy Lasorda is many things. Pitcher. Coach. Executive. Hall of famer. Porn and hooker enthusiast. But today, he’s just another asshole in a sombrero. Happy Cinco de Mayo.

Don’t tase me, bro.

Nice knockoff championship tee, diq.

Hilarious.

This happened two days ago and everybody else already covered it, but here’s the cold hard facts: the kid and the cop who got him with the taser are both faster than Shane Victorino. Of course, this kid might wind up wearing a giant helmet for a while if you listen to over-protective ninnies like Woody Paige, but that just makes it funnier. Bonus: he was the only sober 17-year-old at the game.

Here’s the clip:


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UPDATE: Another guy ran onto the field at a Phillies game yesterday, didn’t get tased, isn’t nearly as amusing.
Jayson Werth pictured here, admiring the gentleman’s physique.

Halak in his natural state.

There has never been a goalie like Jaroslav Halak in the history of the National Hockey League. And For the record, I don’t think there’s been a single goaltender who can even call themselves a goalie without crediting Jaroslav Halak for their playing ability, their poise, or their skill. He stopped over 28 of Alexander Ovechkin’s 34 shots on net (29 to be exact). And I’m including the shots on Carey Price, because we all know Jaroslav Halak was on the ice in spirit, Halak was the reason why Price made those saves. Halak possesses the power of telepathy, and was communicating with Price the entire time he was on the bench after he’d been pulled or sat. Everyone knows that Carey Price is a slouch, and there’s nothing he could do without Jaroslav Halak. Quite frankly, the fact that I haven’t been able to work Jaroslav Halak’s name into this opening more is an outright embarrassment.

Nobody this year has been able to stop a shot from the the great #8. You can look it up yourself, he took 50 shots on goal, scored 50 times. The Capitals didn’t need to put traffic in front of the net, they had the best snipers the game had ever seen on the ice. They took shots on net that Halak could see from the tape to his glove every time, just daring him to stop it. And he did more often than not. Washington once again relied heavily on their individual skill rather than their creativity or teamwork in the post season. One moment that sticks out heavily in my mind is Mike Green bringing the puck out from around Varlamov, through the neutral zone, and past the blue line where he met some defenders wearing Habs jerseys, and decided to cross check one of them, drawing a penalty. He had ample time to pass to wide open men along the far boards and even around the faceoff circle, but chose to carry the team on his back and ended up taking an asinine penalty. Halak caused all of that.

Tonight’s game between the Pens and the Habs saw 2 scoreless opening periods. There were good chances on both sides leading into the third, but a carry-over holding penalty on Hal Gill allowed the Penguins power play to provide the difference in the game. Sergei Gonchar passed from the point down to the side boards where Evgeni Malkin was situated. Without stopping the puck to control it first, Malkin let loose a blistering slap shot that was truly one for the record books. This confused Halak, who had never seen such ungentlemanly play before in his illustrious career as the long-time Canadiens goaltender.

Jaroslav Halak relaxing

Relaxing in front of the net during tonight's game. (Photo courtesy NHL/Getty)

As Malkin was releasing a devilish slapper from the side boards, the Penguins captain Sidney Crosby was obscuring the vision of Mr. Halak, which more than likely assisted in the resulting goal. Frankly, it’s not my place to say, but I believe such unsportsmanlike play should be illegal. Who does Sidney Crosby think he is? How did the referees not call an obstruction penalty against Crosby for being so intrusive of Halak’s sight of the puck? In all my years as a sports fan, I have never seen such play celebrated, and frankly will not stand for it. The goal let every gust of wind out of the Canadiens sails, which they have been flying without blemish for in excess of 100 years. Who’s to say that their fans aren’t the greatest in the history of sport? They quietly voiced their distaste when a leading goal scorer was suspended after being assaulted by a referee in 1955, right? I think any other unruly fans would have done much more than hold a silent protest outside of the arena after the game. That’s how it happened, right?

After Malkin and the Penguins manufactured an outrageous goal, Marc-Andre Fleury had the audacity to make a number of outstanding saves on the other side of the ice. The Canadiens were eventually forced to remove their sensational veteran goaltender Halak in a failed attempt to find the back of the net. Pascal Dupuis really rubbed it in the face of the 197,000 fans in attendance at the Bell Centre by putting the puck into an unattended net, assuring a Penguins victory. The fact that he would not even give the Canadiens a sporting chance for a comeback in front of 250,000+ paying fans is absurdity beyond comprehension. I think that the entire Penguins organization, starting with their owner and rumored chauvinist Mario Lemieux  should be investigated by the spotless NHL commissioner Gary Bettman. The Penguins 2-0 victory over the Habs should be a shameful black spot on the history of the NHL.

Monday Afternoon Six Pack

It’s Monday and you know what that means: time for a bunch of links. These usually come out in the morning, but I was busy. Let’s cover the bases.

We added a new contributor to the Loudville team, Ambrose. He loves the hell out of Sidney Crosby and he hates Chris Pronger so he probably won’t watch the Flyers HBO documentary that’s on tomorrow.

Johan Santana threw the worst game of his life yesterday. That’s interesting and all, but I’m not really concerned. He’ll bounce back and the Mets will do okay for a while until they all get hurt or September, whichever comes first. What’s better than talking about the Mets? Watching the Fordham Leap again.

The Saints may have done a bad thing. Who Dat’s accused of distributing stolen Vicodin, among other things, by a former staff member who seems like a dick. Unfortunately we can’t see how this plays out through Steven Segal’s eyes, since his Jefferson Parish sheriff show is still on hiatus. Oh well.

The most popular search that led people to Loudville this weekend was…

No sir, Dany Heatley is an all-star. Everybody knows that.

This post was really supposed to involve Wade Boggs. I need to work on that for next time, but for now let’s talk about another old man. Brett Favre might have told a guy that he’s going to retire, but nothing is solid. He was told last week that he needs surgery to play this season; I honestly think Favre is just being his selfish old man self, was aware of this in February and hid it from the Vikings staff and the media until after the draft so he wasn’t replaced by a first or second round pick. Childress might have not done that anyway though, and let his man-crush on Favre cloud his judgement, so who knows.

The Cleveland Cavaliers call their best section Loudville so I might as well mention that LeBron James won the NBA MVP for the second year in a row. His speech mentioned Akron, Ohio in a nostalgic fashion and people have been speculating that it indicated he’s changing teams as a free agent. People have been echoing the same for years. I refrain from comment. I’m not even going to link it.

Loudville.com Status Update

This is where Loudville lives, the upper deck of any sports complex in the country, where the real fans sit.

If Loudville were an app, it might be called “beta.” If it were a structure or road, it would be “under construction.” The site is very much under development.

Loudville is on twitter, we’re working on figuring out smooth facebook integration, getting a podcast going and making things generally more social around here. The theme, the graphics and things like that aren’t really set in stone. We’re still adding contributors and getting things set up. But you can call the Loudville hotline now, and things are growing. The site has been up for about six months and has had two relaunches. It’s coming together slowly but surely.

I want to say thanks to the readers and the people behind the blog. Couldn’t do it without you guys. By the way, right now the Canucks are absolutely destroying the Blackhawks right now on VS. Heck of a game.

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