A Cold Winter Looming in Syracuse

As the long-awaited college hoops season dawns in upstate New York, it's the much-maligned football program that is posting the big headlines in the local Post-Standard today.

Photo: Kevin Rivoli/AP

Athletic Director Darryl Gross finally made the announcement that everyone was expecting (and possibly even hoping for). Head coach Greg Robinson has been relieved of his duties, effective at the conclusion of this, his fourth season at the helm. In Gross' words, he "made the decision to move our football program in a new direction."

It's really irrelevant, but the announcement comes following the Saturday loss to Connecticut on Senior Day, the last home game of the season. It's irrelevant because there was nothing noteworthy about that game in particular; it was just another poor performance in a long line of poor performances for this team. That latest loss puts Robinson's record at a laughable 9-36 in his three-plus years with the Orange, which actually sounds respectable when you consider the 3-24 record he has tallied in the Big East. I shudder when I see that he was also responsible for the only two 10-loss seasons in Syracuse history. That dates all the way back to the beginning of the football program in 1889, boys and girls. No wonder the fans have stopped coming out on Saturday afternoon.

To be fair to G-Rob, the collapse of the football program over the past decade is maybe 10% his fault. The lion's share of the blame has to go to former coach Paul Pasqualoni, who ran the once-proud program into the ground prior to his departure. It was former Athletic Director Jake Crouthamel's decision to leave Pasqualoni in power until 2005 -- about five years too long in the minds of Orange Nation. At least A.D. Gross isn't making the same mistakes as his predecessor.

Let's go back there for a second, because the story of Coach P. is where this whole novel begins. When Pasqualoni first took office in 1991, he initially found good success, piggybacking on the respect and recruiting expertise of the legendary Dick MacPherson, whom he replaced. But once that recruiting cow had given all her milk, Pasqualoni had nothing left to fall back on, and we all watched as he spiraled our beloved team into misery. Coach P. was in tight with Crouthamel though, and even the outcry of fury from the fans wasn't enough to get Pasqualoni a pink slip until 2005, when Gross took over at the helm.

Enter Greg Robinson five years too late, inheriting a coaching situation that was borderline impossible to overcome. It's hard enough to convince recruits to attend school in Upstate New York when you're a winning program, let alone when you've become a perennial three-win team. In the physical universe we occupy, there is no human being who could have come into the Dome and turned things around in five years post-Pasqualoni. And Robinson gave a hell of an effort. There were times -- rare times, but times -- when Syracuse has actually looked like a Division I football team this year. Try as they might though, they just have yet to escape the clutches of Pasqualoni Syndrome.

"We've been very fair to coach Robinson," Gross said. "Everyone wanted the guy's head last year. I said I didn't want Syracuse to become one of those three-years-and-out schools. I said, 'Let's calm down and we'll get the first pick of the draft (of coaching candidates) next year.' That's where we are."

When asked his thoughts on the comments, Robinson didn't mince words: "Quite frankly, there hasn't been the progress there needs to be." It's hard to disagree with that, Coach.

The recent downturn in success has had a big impact on the University and the community as a whole. In his first 21 home games at the Dome, the building averaged more than 10,000 empty seats per game. In 2006, the football team lost money for the first time since 1995. Average attendance the following year fell to a 21-year low, punctuated by a measly crowd of less than 28,000 that turned up for the September 2007 contest with Pittsburgh -- the smallest Carrier Dome crowd since I was two years old.

Now more than ever, the Syracuse football program finds itself at a crossroads. When Robinson came in, he brought with him an offensive scheme that was unfamiliar to the players and fans. For as long as I can remember, the 'Cuse has run an option offense, anchored by mobile quarterbacks (Marvin Graves, Donovan McNabb), and strong-blocking, soft-handed fullbacks (Daryl Johnston, Rob Konrad). Robinson erased that scheme and installed a spread-out, west-coast offense. He recruited pocket passers and nifty running backs, and he looked to create a wide-open, quick-striking attack. It was a noble idea that may have worked better if not for the state of the Union when he took over.

Now it's back to the drawing board though, as the search is on for a candidate whose offensive scheme will mesh with both the traditions of the past and the present state of Syracuse football. The three names that seem to be atop the list are Connecticut's Randy Edsall, East Carolina's Skip Holtz, and former Oakland Raiders top guy Lane Kiffin. Of those, Edsall seems to make the most sense. He is a graduate of Syracuse, where he played quarterback back in the glory days of the Orangemen. After he graduated, he was a long-time assistant coach under Dick MacPherson and Frank Maloney before him. Edsall says he is "very interested" in the opportunity to coach his alma mater, and my money says that he will be the next Syracuse football head coach. We can only hope that the next guy, whoever he is, understands the proud traditions of Orange football, and will find some success in restoring greatness to our once-lofty program.

There is a fantastic summation of Robinson's career in audio slideshow form here.

Let's Go (Home), Mets

You're a Mets fan. For the second straight year, your underachieving team was eliminated from postseason contention on the final day of the season. At home. Against the Marlins. Again. For the next 4-6 months, you'll have to listen to the media hammer down on your players and your manager, interrogating the team chemistry, the leadership in the clubhouse, the starting rotation and bullpen, and how a team of such talented players could blow a division lead in two consecutive years.

The collapse wasn't as bad for the Metropolitans this year as last, though. The spectacular meltdown of 2007 was the stuff of storybooks and eulogies. This year, they were bitten by the injury bug. And everyone knew the bullpen was going to stink. Especially when closer Billy Wagner went down with the injury.

Even manager Jerry Manuel said that the bullpen was a "roll of the dice" every time he made the call. "We knew [the bullpen] wasn't quite something that was going to hit on all cylinders," Manuel said. "When you don't have people in established roles in this time [of the year], you're gambling." That's probably not the sort of thing you want your fearless leader to be saying to the press, but Manuel is as fed up as the fans.

Photo: Linda Cataffo/NY Daily News

The relievers deserve most of the blame for this early ending in New York. They have been miserable all year, while somehow managing to be only the tenth-worst pen in the NL, statistically speaking. In a fitting microcosm, the team's postseason hopes were put into the hands of Scott Schoenweis and Luis Ayala, with the score tied 2-2 in the final game of the season. Win and you're in. Lose and we all drown ourselves in Flushing Bay. Just for fun, the depressing duo gave up back-to-back solo homers in the eighth inning to seal their team's fate. And the first one was a meatball to pinch hitter Wes Helms. Ouch.

After the game, third baseman David Wright spoke about a second straight season of disappointment. "It's always going to be grouped together. Last year, for lack of a better word, we collapsed. This year, I think we hit a little rut in the wrong time to hit a rut."

Since it was the last game in historic Shea Stadium, the Mets had scheduled a ceremony after the game to honor 45 of their former players, some of whom had won championships for their city. Tom Seaver, Ron Darling, Davey Johnson... The fans wanted none of it though, filing out the doors of Shea for the last time as soon as the final pitch was delivered. With the spectators bailing out so quickly, all that was left to greet those former Mets greats was the booming echoes of GM Omar Minaya's voice as it reverberated through the now-vacant expanse of the soon-to-be-demolished stadium.

Carlos Beltran summed it up simply in the clubhouse after the game. "It is what it is, guys," he said. "I have no more words."

So, what do you do when you're at a boring baseball game watching your team choke away another playoff berth down the stretch run of another brutal season? Turn your attention to the drunk fans, of course. I stumbled on this video of Mets fans keeping themselves entertained during another drubbing. Enjoy:

Appalachian is Cold, Cold, Cold

Chugging back up the mountain toward my old home, there are sights and sounds that jog the memory in a big way. The hazy blue horizon draped over the Blue Ridge Parkway, the sound of my 4-cylinder struggling up the hill, the smell of the Carolina pines in the breeze; it was really pleasant to be back in such a comfortable, familiar place.

As I got farther and farther up the hill, the leaves turned darker and darker green, until they finally started to give up and surrender to the brown tones right about the time I reached the 3,333-foot mark, where Boone resides. It is most certainly fall up there in Watauga County, complete with the chill in the air and the smell of autumn all around.

And autumn means one thing to me: football. And my Appalachian State Mountaineers had a home game under the lights on Saturday, facing the holy might of Presbyterian University, -- backed by God, I'm assuming. Saturday morning, I shook myself from a deep sleep somewhere around 2:00pm, in time to catch some of the afternoon action on TV before tailgate time. The old gang from Bowie headed out to our spot in Greenwood a bit later on, grilled some burgers and some dogs, and imbibed copious amounts of beer and liquor. It was raining coldly off and on, even further proof that it is indeed football season in the mountains.

The contest was hard fought for the first half, but even God himself failed to help the visiting team overcome the stifling defense of the Mountaineers. We win 48-14. Bad news though: QB Armanti Edwards went down with a leg injury in the 3rd Quarter, and unfortunately, it appears to be somewhat serious. Best of luck to Edwards as he tries to recover in short order.

Konge Med Øksen

With the World Series of Poker Europe about halfway through its 2008 season, a number of compelling stories have already been written in London. One of the ones that grabbed my attention was the re-introduction of Jesper Hougaard to the poker world. I'll pick up the story where I first met Jesper.

My first run-in with this likable Scandi came over the summer, when I caught bits and pieces of the final table as he was winning his first bracelet, taking home the hardware in Event #36. I didn't cover the event though, and I therefore didn't get to see much of how he played. A few events later, I got the chance to meet him and nearly his entire country, I do believe. The tournament I was working was the $1,000 NLHE with rebuys, Event #44. Among those who made it to the final table were Rene Mouritsen and Albert Iversen, two Danish compatriots of Jesper Hougaard.

Apparently, the Danes stick together. Beginning about midway through Day 2, a group of about 20 of their countrymen began filling up the rail, going deep into the night while the rest of the weary spectators trickled out of the Tropicana Room at their respective bed times. The Danish fans, including Jesper Hougaard, stayed till the end though, maintaining an enviable level of energy even into the wee hours of the morning. This is where I learned my first Danish phrase. Take a look at this hand I wrote up from the waning stages of that night:

 

Just before break, we witnessed a big pot at Table 61. We pick up the action on the flop in a heads-up battle between Rene Mouritsen and Curtis Kohlberg. The board shows {Ks}{6h}{3c}. Mouritsen checks, and Kohlberg bets 40,000. Mouritsen flat-calls.

The turn is the {9h}. Once more, Mouritsen checks. Kohlberg bets again, this time 100,000. Mouritsen again calls.

The river comes the {6d}, pairing the board. Mouritsen passes, and Kohlberg fires a third bullet, 200,000. Mouritsen calls.

Kohlberg: {8c}{9c}
Mouritsen: {Kd}{7s}

As soon as he had tabled his hand, Mouritsen stood up and let out a yell. From the rail, his Danish counterparts broke out into a frenzy, screaming, "Konge med øksen!" or "King with the axe!" They tell us the king with the axe is their very favorite hand, and the loud Danish contingent was thrilled to see their buddy take down a big pot with it.

After dragging in that pot, Mouritsen crests the one-million milestone, sitting with 1,070,000. Kohlberg, meanwhile, is crippled down to just 80,000.

 

I got the spelling and the translation from the Danish cheerleaders, and they continued to give me little tidbits of information throughout the evening. We shared a number of cigarette breaks outside, and I got acquainted with them as the morning hours ticked by and the sun began to rise. I wasn't actively prodding them for conversation or information, but they were outgoing and friendly, and more than happy to talk about their friends and the state of Danish poker in general. Really just a nice group of guys. And damn good poker players.

Play concluded a long time later, as Jamie Rosen bubbled in tenth Place to set the final table for the following day.

Much to my entertainment, the Danes were back in style on that Day 3. They showed up to the final table arena wearing crowns and sporting plastic battle axes in honor of their namesake poker hand. They were sitting in the bleachers just above where I was working, and they were LOUD. Spotting me at the desk, they piled into the seats nearby, close enough to converse with me as I pecked away at my keyboard. They insisted that I wear one of their crowns, and I obliged them for a little while as I tried to get some work done. They were exceptionally noisy but in a good way, occasionally bursting into overwhelming cheers and shouts. It was as loud as some sporting events I've been to, and it made for an unusually entertaining final table.

Neither Iversen nor Mouritsen could take home the bracelet though, finishing back-to-back in third and second places, respectively. But they were part of a great showing by the Danes at the WSOP, and I enjoyed having the chance to interact with them for a few days.

Fast forward to this week in London, where Jesper Hougaard was back at a final table, playing for another World Series title. He would indeed manage to win Event #1, besting 410 players to earn his second gold bracelet. PokerNews' Gloria Balding did a nice interview with a very happy Hougaard just after the tournament:

Farewell, Yankee Stadium

Last night, the New York Yankees bid a very fond farewell to their beloved home of the last 85 years, historic Yankee Stadium. Playing in their final home game under the lights of The House That Ruth Built, the Yankees mustered a 7-3 victory over the Baltimore Orioles.

The occasion was marked by a whole slew of ceremonies, both before and during the game.

The gates to Ruth's eternal abode were opened some seven hours before the first pitch, allowing the fans to come down for one last walk through Monument Park. As game time drew nearer, the spectators found their seats and were thrilled by some of the great Yankee legends taking the field in their old positions, one-by-one. Bernie Williams jogged out to center field greeted by the familiar chorus: "Ber-nie, Ber-nie." Willie Randolph took up his spot at second base and rubbed some of the coarse infield dirt into his clean uniform with a big smile. Some of the late greats were memorialized by their children, as Randy Maris, Michael Munson, David Mantle, and others stood in for their fathers. And of course, there was Reggie Jackson. It was a moment of overwhelming emotion for players past and present.

“It’s remarkable,” said Phil Coke, a rookie pitcher with just three weeks of major-league experience. “Totally and completely blows my mind. I turn around and look over and see Goose Gossage walking around our clubhouse. Wow.”

Wow, indeed. Prior to game time, all of the former players mingled in the clubhouse, all in full uniform -- right down to Yogi Berra's familiar stirrups. I've seen them in all of the old photos. During the game, the bench was so full that some of the players sat on the roof of the dugout. Jorge Posada was seen standing on the field, taking pictures for his own keepsake, for a moment, himself just another mesmerized fan of Yankee Stadium.

Even the quotable Yogi was struggling to find the right words in his pregame news conference. “It will always be in my heart, it will,” he said, fumbling. "I’m sorry to see it over, I tell you that.”

When game time finally did roll around, Andy Pettitte got the start for the home team, working more than five innings and picking up the win. When he was relieved of the mound in the sixth inning, the crowd rose in boisterous ovation, and they didn't let up until he re-emerged from the dugout for a brief curtain call. After the game, Pettitte reflected on the moment: “The way I feel emotionally right now... and just physically so drained... it feels like a huge postseason win for us. I kind of feel embarrassed saying that because, unless a miracle happens, we’re not going to the postseason. But it was special.”

Although this season is indeed a loss for the Pinstripes, there was still something to play for last night. They were facing the prospect of being officially eliminated from postseason contention on the same night they were retiring their house, and that could not happen in such a historic and memorable venue. The team was playing, then, for the ghosts of the Bambino and Mickey Mantle, for Joe DiMaggio and Lou Gehrig, and all those who were responsible for creating and perpetuating the legend of Yankee Stadium.

In fitting fashion, it was Mariano Rivera who closed out the evening, storming through a 1-2-3 ninth inning to seal the deal. After the last batter was put out at first base, the ball was returned to Rivera, who knows just what to do with it. “Mr. George, he gave me the opportunity, and he gave me the chance,” Rivera said, referencing long-time owner Mr. Steinbrenner. “The least I can do is give the ball to him.”

Derek Jeter was lifted from the game with one out left by manager Joe Girardi, allowing him to take one final curtain call of his own. After the game, as the players gathered on the mound, he addressed the crowd. “We are relying on you to take the memories from this stadium. Add them to the new memories to come at the new Yankee Stadium. And continue to pass them on from generation to generation,” he said.

The Yankees will open their new home at the beginning of next season on April 16, 2009. It remains to be seen whether the ghosts of Ruth, Gehrig, DiMaggio, Murcer, Mantle, and all of the others will make the trip across the street to their new home as well.

We can only hope so.

Hurricanes vs. Wild (03.06.08)

In a refreshing change of pace, the Carolina Hurricanes got off to a great start and were able to hang on for a 3-2 win in an interconference contest with the Minnesota Wild at the RBC Center.

There were several nice chances for the 'Canes early, and they took the initiative to dominate the play right out of the gate. It took more than twelve minutes of work, but Matt Cullen finally got his team a first-period lead when he redirected a lively Joe Corvo shot into the twine. Cullen added an assist later, and Corvo had one more of his own as well; both men had three points over two games in the last 24 hours.

Cullen was initially given credit for the final goal of the game, scored 9:41 into the second frame as well. After several minutes of deliberation, however, the scorekeeper noticed that it was Erik Cole who had touched it last on the way in. Cole was screening goalie Josh Harding, and attempted to hurdle the Cullen shot, when it glanced off his left boot and found its home in the net.

Defenseman Dennis Seidenberg was back in the lineup tonight for the first time in about a month, and wasn't exactly eased gently back into his role. He was replacing Bret Hedican, who is dealing with the death of a close friend, and he had his stamina tested in logging over twenty minutes of play in his return appearance. Ray Whitney was also held out of the lineup, still struggling with the foot injury. The team lost a defenseman during the game as well, when enforcer Wade Brookbank took a tough hit to the lower body. He did not return to the game, but reports indicate that he is not seriously injured.

Photo: Kevin C. Cox/Getty Images

The need for a guy like Brookbank become evident, fittingly enough, a very short time after he left the ice. About six minutes into the third period, Minnesota winger Aaron Voros made a poor decision and drove Eric Staal into the side boards head-first. Erik Cole -- a man who knows a thing or two about being boarded himself -- quickly came to the defense of his friend and teammate. Cole took a run at Voros and every player on the ice was involved in the ensuing scuffle. There were a number of penalties levied, but Cole took the brunt of it, racking up nineteen minutes of time out. He was furious as he skated to the tunnel, betraying his stick on the innocent ledge on his way off the ice.

It is certainly worth noting that the Wild were tame, and even shy until Brookbank was injured. With him out of the way, they apparently felt they had permission to take some liberties with our best player. Brookbank, whether he is on the ice or lurking on the bench, makes his team better merely by the threat of his physicality.

In the minutes to follow, the Wild captured the advantage, despite having to kill off two minutes of 4-on-3 and another minute of conventional 5-on-4 power play. The 'Canes were reeling a bit, and the ice began to tilt down towards Cam Ward's end. It looked as if the emboldened Wild were pressing towards an equalizing goal, but Cam would not allow them to put one past him during the last 39 minutes, including some immense saves in the last fourteen minutes after the scrum.

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Ward was particularly sharp tonight, else the Wild may well have stolen the win. There certainly was no shortage of chances for the visiting team, especially on the man advantage. Ward, however, was the best penalty killer on the ice, and seemed to come up with the save when his team was down and out time after time. On several occasions, the defense would be broken down, and Ward would be called upon to come up big. And, in fine fashion, he came through for his team over and over again. He used his stick judiciously to poke away a few good chances, and absorbed several dangerous shots with traffic on the doorstep. Though he only faced 28 shots, the bulk of them were quality chances requiring a quality save.

Carolina was more undisciplined tonight than in recent games, earning 48 minutes of penalties, and allowing the Wild six chances on the power play. The penalty kill was strong, especially in the third period, and most notably in killing the one final chance with under five minutes remaining. It was special teams that decided this game, as the home team killed each Minnesota advantage, while capitalizing on two out of their own five man-up opportunities. This is a good sign for the Hurricanes, who have now scored a power play goal in each of their last four games.

In eventuality, it was Erik Cole who gets credit for the game winner, though he didn't get the opportunity to see the game to its finish. The Hurricanes grow their divisional lead to five points over the idle Capitals. The 'Canes host the Buffalo Sabres Saturday night at 7:00. The game will be televised on FSN South.

My 3 stars: M. Cullen, E. Cole, J. Corvo

Hurricanes vs. Lightning (03.01.08)

The names of what is now Hurricanes history still ring in our ears. Cory Stillman. Mike Commodore. Most recently, Andrew Ladd. Carolina General Manager Jim Rutherford did not let the trade deadline pass quietly, and has taken a big gamble in giving up three key players to try to fortify the team for the playoff stretch. The youngest, Ladd, was playing the best hockey of his short career in the weeks leading up to his departure. Having the organization move these guys, in particular, initially bewildered and downright annoyed the Caniac fan base. Tonight, it is evident why Mr. Rutherford doesn't allow the fans to make roster decisions. In a divisional battle with the Tampa Bay Lightning, each of the four replacement Hurricanes factored in the scoring and contributed on both ends of the ice in a dominant 5-1 victory at the RBC Center.

Sergei Samsonov was written off by his old team, the Chicago Blackhawks, and by the rest of the league. His career had peaked, and his play had seemingly tapered off. In what is now looking like the best pickup of the NHL season, he was snagged off re-entry waivers by J.R. on January 8th. At the time, he was merely a warm body filling an injury void in the third or fourth line. Gelling instantly with the 'Canes, it is apparent now that Samsonov is in the midst of a second coming; his previously-stagnant career showing new signs of life with his new mates. Shut out in the first period, he racked up an assist and a goal in the second, and added another goal in the third to complete a three-point night. The effort brings his totals up to eleven goals, two of them game-winners, and ten assists, all in just 24 games with the team. Plus-minus in 23 games with the Blackhawks: -7. Plus-minus in 24 games with the Hurricanes: +10. You could say he's producing.

Joe Corvo has also shown his ability to join seamlessly with his new teammates. Working the point on the power play, the Hurricanes man-advantage offense has improved almost immeasurably since his addition on February 11. Now, with Matt Cullen recently back in the lineup, the two have been a formidable tandem at the top of the power play. In his tenth game with the Hurricanes, Corvo finally rang the bell for the first time on a laser slapshot from above the circles just as a Lightning penalty expired early in the second period. The shot was labeled for the top corner, blocker side, and had eyes through the traffic to beat goalie Mike Smith, a newly-acquired Lightning in his own right.

“I had been using an 85-100 flex and I switched to 110 today to feel a little more solid, get a little bit more snap on it,” said Corvo. “That shot was pretty hard.”

That was a soft way to put it. In the third period, Corvo fired another blast from the point that knocked Smith backwards a step and sent his stick flying from his hands. He's no Al MacInnis, but I would guess he has the hardest shot on the team. Corvo tallied a team-high 22 minutes of ice time and was a +2 on the night.

Patrick Eaves, acquired from Ottawa alongside Corvo, also put his name on the score sheet in the third period, recording an assist on the second Samsonov goal. The helper was Eaves' second in just three games as a Hurricane, and he's still seeing very limited ice time as he continues to heal from the pre-trade injury.

And then there's Tuomo Ruutu, Mr. Massive Facial Injury himself. Of all the roster moves made by J.R. in the past weeks, none was more controversial than giving up Andrew Ladd, once thought to be the future of the team. Ruutu, howver, is doing his very best to make the fans forget all about Ladd. He assisted on the 'Canes first goal of the game by Eric Staal, created traffic in front of the net for one of Samsonov's, and not to be outdone by Corvo, also tallied his own first goal as a Hurricane. Ruutu was thought to be a strong third line-caliber player, but has been forced to jump into the top line with the injury-afflicted Hurricanes. Tonight, Ray Whitney was out of the lineup fighting an infection, and Ruutu managed a +3 skating with Eric Staal and Erik Cole.

Those four players are showing the ownership and the fan base that they belong here on this team, and are giving their full effort night-in and night-out thus far. Coach Peter Laviolette commented on them following the victory: "We needed contributions at a time when injuries were happening. You get long-term injuries where you know guys are going to be out for three months, four months, possibly a season. You need other people to step up and that's what's really happened here. Guys have committed to it, and they've played some good hockey."
Despite those show-stealing new guys taking all the credit, Eric Staal had himself a big game as well. In the absence of Captain Rod, Staal is the guy that has taken the lead on this team. Tonight, he got the equalizer in the first, just 3:29 after his team went down by one. He also helped out the new guys, getting an assist on both Corvo and Ruutu's first goals with the team. The Corvo assist was a bit generous -- he hadn't touched the puck in a minute, it seemed like -- but he made a flawless backhand pass to set up Ruutu's marker on a two-on-one breakout late in the contest.

For the Hurricanes, it was almost a sixty-minute effort, although they did come out of the gate a little on the flat side in the first period. Cam Ward allowed a bit of a softy seven minutes into the contest, as the defense in particular looked a little sluggish early. From then on, though, it was quite a one-sided affair in the other direction. Tampa Bay showed all kinds of fatigue, both mental and physical after playing their second game in as many nights, and being without a chance at postseason play with a month left in a disappointing season that they can't wait to get out of. They put eighteen shots on Cam Ward in the first two periods, but managed only a paltry four in the third. They committed five lazy impeding penalties, seven in total during the course of the match. Superstars Martin St. Louis and Vincent Lecavalier were virtual no-shows, as they have been struggling for their team in the last eight or ten games.

Tim Gleason returned after his one-game absence fighting blurry vision after the boarding incident with Devil's Michael Rupp. He seemed to show no lingering ill effects, and logged nearly 19 minutes of play, a pair of hits, a blocked shot, and was a +2 on the evening. When asked how he was feeling today after being cleared to play, he responded, "110 percent." Gleason's recent play puts him at or very near the top of the list as the team's best defenseman, and his absence in the Rangers game was a big detriment. His defensive partner, Bret Hedican also had a very solid game, two nights after having one of his worst of the season against those same Rangers.

The Hurricanes increase their point total to 73 and are in third place in the Eastern Conference. They lead their division by five points over the Washington Capitals, who lost to the middling Toronto Maple Leafs tonight as well. The Caps have two games in hand over the 'Canes, but Carolina is comfortably in control of their own fate in the playoff race. They leave the friendly confines of the RBC Center for the first time since February 18 on Wednesday night, when they travel to Atlanta for a 7:00 date with the Thrashers. The game will be televised locally on FSN South.

My 3 stars: S. Samsonov, E. Staal, T. Ruutu

Hurricanes vs. Maple Leafs (01.31.08)

It's hard to expect a team to play with a real playoff spirit in January or February. For the Hurricanes, however, the situation is urgent. The playoff race has most certainly begun. Locked in a battle for the lead in the Southeast Division, the 'Canes need to pick up points every time they take the ice as the season winds down. Coach Peter Laviolette said his team would need to win 20 of their last 30 games to feel comfortable about making the postseason. However, the importance of this game against the bottom-feeding Toronto Maple Leafs was not immediately evident from the outset of what is now becoming the trademark sluggish first period.

The home team came out skating with lead boots and were far too passive with the puck early. And it didn't take long for Toronto to punish them for their lack of execution. Mike Commodore made a lazy pinch on an island near the blue line, and the Maple Leafs' center Jiri Tlusty capitalized on a breakaway one-time slapshot from between the circles.

The Hurricanes responded though, with a hard-working second period. Tim Gleason picked up a goal on a blast from the point late in the period, then got the primary assist on a Scott Walker deflection goal early in the third to put the 'Canes ahead for good.

With 12 seconds remaining in the game and an empty net on the other end, Darcy Tucker threw one innocently in front of the Hurricanes crease; it caromed off Mats Sundin's skate and past Cam Ward to give the Leafs the equalizer and send the game to overtime. In the extra frame, a questionable hooking penalty to Nik Antropov and a weak clear attempt from Hal Gill led to the Rod Brind'Amour game-winner on a tic-tac-toe play with just over a minute and a half left. As the crowd celebrated, Antropov emerged from the penalty box fuming and threw his equipment in the direction of referees Don Koharski and Mike Leggo, earning a double game misconduct and incurring the mandatory three-game suspension for abusing an official.

For the Hurricanes, it was the effort of the defense stepping up and playing as a cohesive unit that made the difference. Commodore's early miscue hinted that it might be another defensive struggle at the blue line. As the game progressed, they began to move their feet and hunt the puck, keeping the Leafs' offense well-contained. Tim Gleason played his best game of the year, two nights after being ejected early in the Hurricanes 3-1 win over the Rangers on Tuesday. Gleason's stat sheet shows his offensive effort, but he played as well, probably better, in his defensive role. He logged almost 23 minutes of ice time and was a constant presence around the puck on both ends of the rink, racking up four hits and four blocked shots with zero giveaways. Frantisek Kaberle also made some nice decisions in the defensive zone. In fact, he played so well, I only heard the "Let's Trade Ka-ber-le!" cheers twice during the game.

Toronto captain Mats Sundin was the man who set up the first goal for his team and scored one of his own late, earning his 1,300th NHL point. His market value continues to rise as one of the few consistent performers for the Leafs this season. In his 14th year with Toronto, it is hard to imagine him playing for another team, but if the Maple Leafs can't salvage something before the February 26th trade deadline, he will consider waiving his no-trade clause and heading south in search of a competitive environment. Despite being the franchise leader in goals and points, Sundin has never played in a Stanley Cup Final, and 17 years into his NHL career, he may be looking for one last run. With the captain's stock soaring, the Leafs would be in a position to receive some solid draft picks and young prospects from a team like Florida or the Rangers, who are looking to add that playmaker to bolster their roster for the stretch run to the playoffs.

Pacers/Pistons Penalties

So, there was a bit of malice in The Palace last night. If you don't know what I'm talking about, just... just watch:

It's been a while and I've calmed down. A little. But being a hockey fan, I couldn't resist the urge to have a little fun with this at the same time. Here are the penalties that should have been assessed last night, if they'd been playing hockey instead of basketball:

Pacers
Artest: Roughing (4:00), Fighting (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
O’Neal: Instigator (2:00), Fighting (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00), Gross misconduct (10:00) 
Jackson: Roughing (2:00), Fighting (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
Bender: Roughing (4:00), Misconduct (10:00) 
Jones: Roughing (2:00), Holding (2:00) 
Tinsley: Roughing (4:00). Slashing (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
Croshere: Holding (4:00) 

Pistons
B. Wallace: Instigator (2:00), Roughing (2:00), Fighting (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
Hamilton: Roughing (4:00), Misconduct (10:00) 
R. Wallace: Roughing (4:00), Misconduct (10:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
Coleman: Roughing (2:00) 

Fans, Etc. 
Beer thrower: Instigator (2:00), Fighting (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00) 
Man Jackson hit: Holding (2:00) 
Chair thrower: Spearing (5:00), Game Misconduct (10:00), Gross Misconduct (10:00) 
Man who attacked Jones: Instigator (2:00), Fighting (5:00), Gross Misconduct (10:00) 
Jim Gray: Unsportsmanlike Conduct (diving) (4:00) 
Man Artest went after first: Unsportsmanlike Conduct (diving) (4:00)