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Bitten By The Hand That Feeds

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Glen R. Goodhand

Bitten By The Hand That Feeds

Posted March 22, 2014

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In the March 19 issue of the Toronto Sun headline journalist Steve Simmons reminisced about the tragic incident which swept a black cloud over Canada’s National sport—namely the ending of Steve Moore’s career 10 years previously. He pin-pointed the fact that “One by one he has been abandoned, treated as a hockey leper of sorts, when he did nothing but have his career crash to a sudden end amidst the circumstances on March 8, 2004.”

   He opined that Commissioner Gary Bettman turned his back on him, and that the NHL Player’s Association, of which he was a member, did nothing to support or protect him. Further, that the Colorado Avalanche, “his team”, treats him as if he doesn’t exist.

  He concluded with: “The great hockey community we hear so much about…..should be ashamed of itself now for how it came to abandon one of its own at the worst of times!”

   “Biting the hand that feeds you” is a well-worn adage, indicating, of course, a spirit of ingratitude toward acts of generosity; specifically turning against a benefactor or supporter. Its origin is obvious—if an animal bites one’s hand when being fed, there is an unlikelihood that he will be fed again.

    The antithesis of that is expressed in the title of this column. Recipients of philanthropy have often turned on providers—it may well reveal their true spirit which has been lurking in the shadows all along—but it seems totally uncharacteristic that a the opposite scenario could exist.

   Unfortunately, management in pro hockey circles has often been guilty of that very thing. And, the more money or prestige which is at stake, the greater the tendency to act heartlessly.

   While it may be unfair to use the term “typically”, nevertheless there have been two rather obvious examples of this harshness in the last few weeks. On January 25th the Winnipeg Jets hosted the Maple Leafs in the Manitoba capital. Not surprisingly, James Reimer, a native of that province, was chosen to start between the pipes. But, this time rightly applying the word “typically”, the Buds started off the game flat-footed, with numerous give-aways in their own end, resulting in Mr. Reimer being treated like a duck in a carnival shooting gallery. Though he had little or no chance on the early shots which eluded him, in front of a myriad of friends and family he was yanked and replaced by Bernier. If justice had been administered, the defense corps should have suffered that public embarrassment rather than the young vulcanized backstop.

  (It would not be an exaggeration to suggest that, while there is little different spin on things, Randy Carlyle’s caustic comment about Reimer’s goaltending just being “OK” after the Leafs loss to Detroit on March 11th, falls into the same category. Once more the determined backstop was left out to dry, and the puck slipped by him)

   As the March 2nd Heritage Classic match in Vancouver approached, the press focused on Roberto Lunogo’s gearing up for this milestone extravaganza. He was pictured breaking in new pads, sporting the heritage colours worn so long ago by the 1920’s Millionaires. But when the big moment came, the one-time Olympic hero was relegated to the end of the home team bench, and the unproven Eddie Lack took his place in the national spotlight. 

   In both cases, “let down” seems inadequate to describe the feelings of these embattled warriors.

  Doubtless this is why Mike Modano, who wound down his career with the Red Wings, was once quoted in a column, Shooting from the Lip, in which he opined how players are viewed by administration: “It’s just a meat market. Move them in and out! Get some younger guys whose brains aren’t scrambled yet!”

   Ex-Washington Capital, Bryan Muir, interviewed in the Hockey News a handful of years ago echoed that sentiment with: You’re just a piece of meat; if you get hurt they throw you to the side!” 

   Al Iafrate, during his first full season of duty with the Washington Capitals, lashed out at his former employers, the Toronto Maple Leafs: “…..was pleased that Capital’s management got in his way when he tried to play one game after being struck in the left eye with the puck…..’When I was with Toronto your arm could be hanging by a vein and they’d tell you to play!’”  

    The obvious bitterness expressed by these shinny professionals bares the callousness involved in dozens of incidents easily excavated from the archives of NHL history.

  In the fall of 1946, Herb Cain was just coming off a successful season, during which he had scored the 200th goal of his career—no small feat in that era. At age 33 he felt he could play for at least another three seasons. But his boss, the Bruin’s Art Ross, saw it otherwise. Even though he acknowledged the veteran left-winger could make the team, he banished him to Hershey of the AHL. Cain knew four other NHL clubs wanted him, and two had actually tried to buy him from Boston. But that was the year the player’s pension system was activated. One more campaign with the Beantowners and Herbie would have qualified for these benefits. By demoting him, Ross conspired with his league cohorts to make sure not one dollar from the NHL treasury would go Cain’s way. 

  “The NHL was like a house league then.”, the distressed skater moaned.” The six owners made up their own rules and settled things among themselves. The players had no say in anything!”    

   Johnny “Goose” McCormick was one of the game’s characters, endowed with a rare sense of humour. Because he was a skilled penalty killer, he was called upon to run out the clock whenever his team was short-handed. One night in Montreal the Habs were guilty of a series of rule violations, creating a parade to the sin bin. “Goose” skated up to referee Bill Chadwick and quipped: “If you’re calling all those penalties to give me a chance to play, Bill, you can stop it right now. I’m all in!”

  In 1954, as a fourth-year skater with the Toronto, he made the mistake of falling in love. He purchased an engagement ring, and eventually married Margaret Gordon, a nurse at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Toronto. That coincided with his 46th game as a Maple Leaf. Manager Conn Smythe took a dim view of wedding bells during the season, and demoted the expert poke-checker to the minors. When he objected this treatment, the “Little Major” kept him on the farm for the duration of the season, and then sold him to Montreal. 

  In the spring of 1958, Bert Olmstead, who was considered the epitome of grinders by both friend and foe, was recovering from torn ligaments in his knee. When the crunch came in the Stanley Cup finals, he admitted to coach Toe Blake that the limb was not 100 percent. Even though he had played through the opening match of the series, he was promptly benched for the duration. Feeling he was being phased out he asked for a coaching position, but his request was rejected. Instead, he was exposed to the intra-league draft, ending up with the Leafs. He spilled out his bitterness with these words: “Hockey players these days are nothing but white slave labour!”.

  The rancorous treatment by some executives was illustrated dramatically in the fall of 1959. Detroit’s Jack Adams dropped the ball big time in the way he mishandled 23-year-old Billy McNeill. Despite the fact that the young winger’s pregnant wife had contracted polio and was hospitalized, he was told that he was “needed” by the team for a game in Chicago. While he was away, his wife died! Devastated by his loss, his performance lagged—so Detroit attempted to trade him to the Rangers.

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    Bobby Baun also experienced mistreatment by those same Motor City moguls. In 1971 his tenure in Detroit came to an ignominious halt. He had skated for the Red Wings on November 1, but the next morning, when the team gathered for practice, they noticed that there was no sweater in the Boomer’s stall in the locker room. Not only that, but his number 4 had already been assigned to Larry Brown, who came over from New York as part of the Pete Stankowski trade. Frank Mahovolich commented that it was one of the most hurtful situations he ever witnessed in professional hockey.

  Goalie Wayne Thomas stood between the uprights for the Canadiens for the majority of matches during the 1973-74 campaign, while incumbent backstop Ken Dryden was on his famed “sabbatical”. He performed well enough to be awarded the Molson Cup, which recognized the most 3 star selections that year. But the following season he was virtually ignored. Although he had a superior goals-against-average, he was replaced by understudy “Bunny” Laroque, travelled with the team, but failed to play even one minute over the course of the 78-game schedule. He couldn’t be sent down without being put on waivers, and the Habs didn’t dare take a chance on that—so he sat.

   Ron Chipperfield was the first captain of the Oilers after the WHA version of the squad had been absorbed by the NHL. In March of 1980 he was shipped off to the Quebec Nordiques. This trade rook place while the steady-going centre was visiting his terminally ill mother. Every one of the Alberta-based sextet was shocked by that one, but realized that with Glen Sather the team came first, with a capital “F”!

   Still with Edmonton—no hockey fan will ever forget that fateful day in 1989 when the news broke that Wayne Gretzky had been traded to Los Angeles. But for “the Great One”, the blow came earlier. It all started at the Awards dinner that spring. “Mr. Wayne-derfull” was to be presented with his eighth Hart Trophy. When people lined up to shake his hand, two key members of the Oiler’s organization were conspicuously absent—Peter Pockington and Glen Sather.

  But that was just the tip of the iceberg. Previous the deal, Gretzky was in Bruce McNall’s office, as a result of the latter having been given permission to “talk” to the game’s number one star. While he was there the phone rang, It was Pocklington. The phone was on speaker, and Wayne heard the Edmonton CEO begin to heap trash talk on him—about what a huge ego he had and how selfish he was as a player. He even bad-mouth his father for being “a pain in his side”.

   In 1982 Paul Mulvey refused to lead his teammates over the boards to join in an on-ice brawl—twice in five days. He was put on waivers at the insistence of his L.A. coach, Don Perry, bringing his NHL career to a premature end.

  But perhaps the gaff which best illustrates “not needing an elevator to get the shaft” involved “iron man” Doug Jarvis. Having played a record consecutive 964 games, his amazing feat came to an unceremonial end on October 11, 1987. Hartford head coach, Jack Evans told him before game time he was being replaced by someone else. The next day he was shipped to the minors.

  As columnist Randy Smith wrote: “Those who love hockey must be getting tired of what a backward sport this is. There was no official announcement; no press release; no chance for public to show its appreciation!”

  But forget the “public”. This persevering hero deserved better than a behind the scenes trip to anonymity.

  It was October 12, 2002, the season opener for the Calgary Flames.  It was to be a special evening for Craig Berube, marking his 1000th game in the NHL. Family had been flown in for the event, with the Flames providing hotels and a luxury box for his clan. It had been pre-arranged that he would be honoured at centre ice before the puck dropped to open the contest.

   But Coach Greg Gilbert made Berube a “healthy scratch” that night. To say the least, the resident tough guy was devastated. It was an embarrassment to himself and his family, and a black mark against the team. Gilbert, for some reason, totally ignored personal feelings and expectations.

   If there was ever a prototypical case of being “bitten by the hand that fed him” This was it. There are times when one feels inclined to criticize skaters who think nothing of team loyalty in lieu of bigger bucks somewhere else. But in instances like those above, it seems that, at least in many cases, it’s the hand that feed which does the biting.

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