Friday, November 25, 2011

The Loneliness Of Single Socks

I have a collection of unmated socks. They occupy a comfortable corner of my dresser, nestled closely to my t-shirts. Most of my socks are black or grey, but I also own some patterned argyles. In my recent frantic move from my long time residence to my (perhaps) temporary lodgings, I had quickly gathered up all of my pairs of socks and stuffed them into various modes of transport-backpack, canvas carry bags, black garbage bags. Some of the pairs were clean and rolled up, ready to wear. Others were not. But I thought that I'd done a good job of finding mates. They all APPEARED to match.
Appearances are, of course, deceptive.
Laundry done. Socks sorted. Shit! I'm missing some! A quick recheck of both the washer and the dryer, because it's common knowledge that socks will hide. They are the shy children of the clothing world, afraid to come outside and play with the rest of your clothing, scared, perhaps, of being shoved into shoes. But a little coaxing, with promises of better future treatment ("I promise I won't leave you wadded up in the middle of the living room floor for the cat to bat around!") usually works.
But not this time.
This time the socks were gone. And I knew deep in my heart that they were never coming back.
Their abandoned mates miss them. I can tell by the forlorn way in which they lie limply in the drawer, in one big heap. They don't go anywhere anymore because I can't be seen in public with mismatched socks. I haven't told them this, but I know that they know. Socks are the most intelligent members of the clothing world. I do occasionally don them for sleeping, or when I've run out of clean socks to wear around the house. But they do not get along with each other; they miss their mates. I get that. After all, they had grown up together, from the sock factory (or wherever socks are made) to the store shelves to my feet. Presumably, they believed that they would be together forever, either as vital members of my wardrobe or as laundry fugitives, hiding out in dark corners of the house.
What can I do? I have plenty of matched pairs, but I'm forced to keep them apart from the orphans, as I want to spare feelings as much as possible. I wish that everybody would just get along, or that the runaways will someday return. But I'm a realist. I know that, soon, the single socks will outlive their usefulness. I'll buy more pairs. Or go barefoot at home. Whatever my course of action, I know that feelings will be further hurt.
And I know that it will be my fault. After all, if I hadn't washed them, they would still be together. Dirty. Smelly. Relegated to the bottom of the laundry basket.
But happy.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Ranking The First Overall NHL Draft Picks: Part I

The first NHL Draft was held in 1963. A grand total of twenty one players were selected, led off by Garry Monahan, who was chosen by Montreal. The following Draft saw twenty four players selected. And so on it went, in the NHL's pre-Expansion, six team era, which mercifully ended in 1968. It was in 1970 that the Draft took on meaning. This was the year of the "roulette wheel," when the Vancouver Canucks and its expansion brethren the Buffalo Sabres spun a wheel in order to determine which of them would select first. As any diehard Canucks fan will know - and if you don't know this, then you're not a true fan, sorry - Buffalo won the spin, selected Gilbert Perreault, and never looked back. The Canucks were left with the consolation prize, Dale Tallon,a decent player but one who never reached the stardom envisioned for him. That 1970 Draft was the first time when the hockey world and its observers saw a palpable result; realized that the Draft DID matter. It was also the period of ferocious expansion. The NHL had brought in six new teams in 1967. Two followed in 1970. Two more would appear in 1972. With this expansion of the league came the corresponding expansion of the Draft.

I have tried to reflect this in my rankings. I started with that 1970 Draft and continued on through to the 2008 Draft. I stopped at that year as it is still too early to judge the careers of John Tavares (2009), Taylor Hall (2010), and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins (2011.)

I settled on five criterion for these rankings:
1) Production. The numbers. Goals, Assist, Points. Simple.
2) Impact on the team which drafted them. Were they the "face" of the franchise? Did their being drafted improve the team's fortunes?
3) Hardware. Scoring Champions and MVPS received a higher rank than those whose careers were bereft of awards. Ditto for any Rookies Of The Year (of which there have been surprisingly few.) Stanley Cup championships were given priority because, in theory, the number one pick is meant to be the foundation on which winning teams are built. As we shall see, this often turns out not to be the case. But it's the reason why Vincent Le Cavalier is ranked ahead of Joe Thornton, even though Thornton is the more productive player.
4) Intangibles. Did they live up to the hype? Who was chosen after them? Did they have the "feel" of a number one pick? Was the draft year strong? The 1996 class was so legendarily abysmal that nobody truly deserved to go first.
5) The last consideration I used was simple. Would this player be the first choice if the draft were done over? This is the "hindsight test." Guy Lafleur would still have been the first pick; Dale McCourt would not have been.

These rankings are one man's opinion, and will no doubt be open to much debate. In several cases it was simply too close to call.
Eric Lindros over Dale Hawerchuk? Flip a coin. Pierre Turgeon better than Mats Sundin? If you wish. Who is REALLY the worst of them all? Your choice is as good as mine.

The Rankings:

1) Denis Potvin (Islanders, 1973) This took some soul searching, as Potvin and Mario Lemieux are clearly the two best Number One picks of all time. But I have to give the (very) slight nod to Potvin. Both he and Lemieux won The Calder Trophy Rookie Of the Year.) Both were captains of Stanley Cup teams. But Potvin's impact on the Islanders was immediate. In his first season, the team improved by twenty six points and cut its goals against by one hundred. It became a playoff team in his second season and did not miss the post-season until after his retirement, a streak of fourteen years. In contrast, Mario's teams missed the playoffs in five of his first six seasons. And his two Cup winning teams were hardly in the class of Potvin's dynasty, which won four in a row and NINETEEN consecutive playoff series, marking it as the greatest dynasty in League history. And Potvin had all the rest: Three Norris Trophies as Best Defenceman. Lived up to the hype and then some. Changed the landscape of the organization. Durable. (another edge over Mario.) He was still close to the top of his game when he retired. Plus he was a defenseman, a more challenging position.
Also, I'm an Islanders fan. Biased bonus points.

2) Mario Lemieux (Penguins, 1984) Two Stanley Cups. Three time MVP. Six time scoring champion. An Olympic Gold Medal. Captain. Cancer survivor. Owner. The most exciting offensive player of his generation (Sorry Gretzky fans.) The Penguins all time leading scorer. Mentor to Sidney Crosby. And like Potvin, he never left his team for another. But he lacked, in the early part of his career, Potvin's intense desire to win, and his championship teams never reached the Islanders' level of greatness. But it's closeohsoclose.

3) Guy Lafleur (Canadiens, 1971) For six years, 1974 - 1980, there was not a more dominant and exciting player than "The Flower." Six consecutive 50 goal and 100 point seasons. Four championships. Two MVP awards. Three scoring titles. The Playoff MVP award. The most recognizable hockey personality of his era. The Habs' all time leading scorer. But he wasn't durable later in his career, his numbers and the team faded badly after the retirement of Ken Dryden, and I'm not liking his ill-fated comeback so much. Still, an obvious great. He, Potvin, and Lemieux are the epitomes of what a first overall pick should be.

4) Sidney Crosby (Penguins, 2005) Normally, I would say "too soon," but "Sid the Kid" is a special case. His early career is actually BETTER than Lemieux's: A scoring title and MVP award, an Olympic Gold Medal, a championship AND a second Finals appearance. He makes all those around him better. And, he has avoided the mistakes Mario made at the start of his career (the selfishness and aloofness, the indifference to defence) thanks in no small part to "Le Magnifique" himself. How his concussion issues will play out is a matter of speculation, but few players have accomplished more in such a short period. Keys to the pantheon which houses The Big Three await him.

5) Gilbert Perreault (Sabres, 1970) But he never won a Stanley Cup! True,but he WAS the face of the franchise for fifteen years, he won a bunch of hardware,and he was, after Lafleur, the most dynamic offensive player of his generation. Over two decades after his retirement, he remains Buffalo's career leader in goals, assists, and points. Buffalo was a terrific team and Perreault was its leader. He was certainly flawed, but there have been few better number one picks.

6) Mike Modano (North Stars, 1988) I am not really a Modano fan. He may be the highest scoring American born player in history, but I've always considered him to be somewhat overrated. He never had that "one big season." His career numbers are mostly the result of playing forever. And I hate that he played a final and fruitless season with Detroit rather than retiring as a career Star. But, he did win a Cup, he was easily the most recognizable and popular player in franchise history, and did everything which he was drafted to do. So it's with a grudging reluctance that I rank him this high.

7) Dale Hawerchuk (Jets, 1981) Never won a championship. Never really came close. Was a moody, complaining "coach killer." But the team improved by an NHL record 48 (!) points in his rookie season. That matters. As does his Calder Trophy, his 103 point rookie season (he was the first rookie to achieve this) and his status as THE Winnipeg Jet. He was drafted to produce points, and he did. The franchise's all time leading scorer. A Hall Of Famer. Just not quite at that super elite level.

Part II to follow.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

A Few More Haikus

It's been a while
Since I have made my last post
It's about time, yes?

This blogging business
is fun but time consuming
when life intervenes

Yet I will go on,
to paraphrase Celine
That's Dion, of course

It is the typos,
which need to be corrected,
adding extra time

But I will not post
with any mistakes at all
A Spelling Nazi

Many ideas
for future posting have I
I feel like Yoda

Capitalizing
the letter "Y" in Yoda
makes it a true word

That was a surprise.
Something I did not expect.
Hooray for spell check!

This was a tangent
which I sure knew would happen.
Just go with the flow

But now I must go
This is not my computer
And I am hungry

Plus I grow weary
Well, that was literary!
How fucking artsy!

Has the word "fucking"
appeared in a past haiku?
I've never seen it

I'm trying to stop!
But the words just keep coming
Vocabulary

Okay. That is all
I mean it this time; I do
I'm pressing "publish."