tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077773.post7256226656603649034..comments2024-03-26T15:22:25.095-06:00Comments on The Earliad: My First NHL GameEarl J. Woodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07963936256606285358noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077773.post-10396571038867990712017-01-22T19:18:02.376-07:002017-01-22T19:18:02.376-07:00As is usual, your comments are astute. It's i...As is usual, your comments are astute. It's interesting to see someone with your acute level of insight address a Canadian cultural touchstone with the wide-eyed wonder of the initiate. <br /><br />Most of the NHL games I've attended were in what I would call "brick, wood, and ice" rinks, and not the TRON-like magical wonders we have these days. Gretzky-era hockey, when the players skated freely and weren't coccooned in body armour, weilding carbon-composite sticks that when broken and replaced would individually equal the cost of my food expenditures for a month. The fans wouldn't be pacified by megascreens, stat injections and lasers in the cornea just to make it through the game. <br /><br />Old-time hockey, coach. Absolutely, the players before Gretzky generally did not have the conditioning, finesse, dexterity, or control of today's crop of youngsters. The game was played on glaring white ice with massive mercury-vapor lights as big as bank safes hanging over the rink. Entertainment came from an organist, fights (on the ice and in the stands), and beer, unless by some miracle your home team was any good. <br /><br />NHL hockey these days is equally about show and money. The kids that play are as valuable and expendable as exquisitely-crafted chess pieces, and are allowed as much leeway in their play strategy as a rook would enjoy when fingered by Kasparov. I'm surprised you managed to find any sport at all beneath the glitz factory. <br /><br />As you probably won't be back in the rink for a while, I strongly suggest hockey movies:<br /><br />Slap Shot, of course, the classic. The hockey cinematography set a high standard for sports films and stands up well even now. The excessive violence rings true. The note-perfect sardonic tone that sustains from the first frame to the very last. Most of all, though, Slap Shot is an unparalleled clinic for screenwriters on exactly how to craft dialogue. <br /><br />Goon, the spiritual successor to Slap Shot, even more cinematic, violent, and sardonic. But also more Canadian, and extremely sweet once you get to know Dougie Glatt. Possibly one of the truest fictional sports films ever made. Jeff Shylukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915415377502782962noreply@blogger.com