As published in The County Times (http://countytimes.somd.com) in June 2010
By Ronald N. Guy Jr.
A week into the hockey offseason and with an always-crowded
sports calendar, the afterglow of the Chicago Blackhawks’ recent victory in the
Stanley Cup Finals has noticeably dimmed.
Still, while the topic is past peak, the amazing spectacle that is the
Stanley Cup Playoffs makes it well worth additional consumption (or so I
hope). Conventional wisdom tells us
that among the major sports championships, the Stanley Cup is the hardest to
capture. Given the length of hockey’s
regular season (82 games over 6+ months) and Playoffs (four rounds), the
physical nature of the game and the fickle bounces of the puck that often
determine victory or defeat (are you feeling me Caps fans?), it’s hard to argue
this point. Like no other sport, hockey
demands its champions possess an odd mix of hockey skill, raw athleticism,
finesse and controlled violence. This
year, no team displayed those attributes better than Chicago. With all due respect to the Blackhawks
though, the lasting impact of the Cup Playoffs transcends the individual teams
and ultimate champion; the Cup Playoffs always carry a deeper meaning, a
psychological fossil if you will, that is reinforced year after year.
Beyond those aforementioned attributes of a Stanley Cup
champion, there is one other: resolve.
The relentlessness of a NHL playoff game is unequaled in professional
sports. The pace is most assuredly
quicker than baseball and is most similar to basketball. But there’s simply no comparison between the
struggle and brutality necessary to score that rare, euphoric or demoralizing
goal (depending on which side you’re on) and the relative ease and frequency
with which the orange ball tickles the twine.
And while football at least matches hockey from a physical perspective,
there are no 2nd and 7’s from your own 30 yard line (yawn) in
hockey; in hockey it feels like 3rd and goal…constantly. Other sports are more orchestrated and teams
switch from offense to defense in an orderly fashion. Possessions are controlled by shot clocks, outs in an inning or a
number of downs. Hockey is played with
no such parameters. It is more raw and
frenetic. It is twelve players with
sticks and bad intentions trapped in a walled-off field of battle (sounds like
ancient Rome, doesn’t it?). The puck
changes possession often and at a moment’s notice, and with each charge up the
ice there’s anticipation that your team will score or anxiety that they’ll be
scored upon.
Every spring sixteen teams survive the regular season and
embark on a quest for the Cup. To
realize the dream, the champion must traverse four 7-game series and secure
sixteen wins against four different opponents.
It is a journey that, when considered in its entirety, must feel
overwhelming. The professional hockey
player is wired for this stuff though and watching them dissect this sporting
mission impossible never gets old. The
best do it by closing their minds to the larger context of a series, game or
even period. Instead, their focus is on
individual shifts. When you really
watch the playoff combatants, they get lost in every single shift. They jump over the boards and play with
reckless abandon until they’re called off.
This is repeated, player-by-player, shift-by-shift, game after game and
series after series. In staying
shortsighted, the overall challenge never becomes insurmountable.
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