Feb 20, 2015

Two sides to every miracle: The fascinating story of the Soviet Union hockey machine


Jonathan Hock's "Of Miracles and Men" tells the
story of the 1980 "Miracle on Ice" from the Soviet
Union perspective.
As the saying goes, there are two sides to every story, even the ones we cherish with fairytale-like zeal. 

The remarkable tale of the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team’s miraculous victory over the Soviet Union in Lake Placid is no exception.

The American perspective is undoubtedly heartwarming, inspiring, and inevitably reminds us why we love sports. It’s the ultimate underdog story – how a rag tag group of 20-something-year-olds united to stun the Soviet Union, perhaps the greatest hockey team of all time, before going on to win the gold medal.

Sunday marks the 35th anniversary of the United States’ epic 4-3 victory in sleepy Upstate New York. But for as much as we all love the story of the Americans’ impossible triumph, the Soviet narrative is more nuanced, complicated, and maybe, just maybe, more compelling than its American counterpart.  

Coming from an American hockey player, that might sound like sacrilege or high treason.

But for the first time, fans of American hockey – and America in general – are getting a glimpse of the other­ side of what’s been called the “greatest moment in sports history.” It comes courtesy of a pair of documentaries – Gabe Polsky’s “Red Army” and Jonathan Hock’s “Of Miracles and Men” – the latter of which premiered this month on ESPN.

(Note: I haven’t yet seen “Red Army” but the similarities are well publicized.)

As part of the network’s “30 for 30” series, Hock’s film takes an honest and comprehensive look at the rise and fall of Soviet hockey, delving far deeper than the country’s stunning 4-3 loss in 1980.

“It’s probably the greatest hockey team ever, and we only think about them because they lost,” Hock said in the introduction to “Of Miracles and Men.”

Hock’s film examines the post-World War II origins of the Soviet hockey program and spotlights its founding father, Anatoli Tarasov. A beloved and venerable figure in Russian hockey lore, Tarasov was appointed by Joseph Stalin’s son and charged with starting the country’s ice hockey program practically from scratch. Though he never played the sport, Tarasov knew that the Soviet brand of the game had to deviate from its Canadian equivalent. From that simple assessment, he crafted an innovative, new incarnation of ice hockey that seamlessly weaved on-ice individualism into a team structure.

The country soon became an international powerhouse championing Tarasov’s philosophy. Yet, his romantic vision of the sport eventually gave way to a different voice behind the bench when the hard-driving Viktor Tikhonov became the Soviet national team coach in 1977. A dictator on skates, Tikhonov exercised nearly complete control over his players, restricting them to a training facility 11 months out of the year and even choosing their living arrangements.
 
And while Hock spends a considerable portion of the film recounting the events that played out at the 1980 Olympics, the audience makes an immediate connection with former Soviet defenseman Slava Fetisov, a national hero profiled in the film.  

Yet, for an American hockey player who grew up playing once a year on the same sheet of ice in Lake Placid that once bore a miracle, I must admit Hock’s film creates cognitive dissonance in my mind. 

On one hand, I’ve seen Disney’s “Miracle” enough times to know why Ralph Cox wanted to “play cawlidge hawkee.” I can practically recite the movie word for word. The story is irrevocably a part of every American hockey player, regardless of age, occupying the same corner of their imagination where childhood fairytales dwell.

On the other hand, Hock’s documentary has changed the way I look at the Miracle on Ice. Suddenly, I admire the Russian players in the same light as the Americans. Suddenly, the Soviet team is no longer the lifeless, mechanical creation as it’s portrayed in "Miracle."

Slava Fetisov returns to Lake Placid and talks with his daughter
about the Soviet Union's defeat at the 1980 Olympics during
"Of Miracles and Men."
Instead, Hock tears down those perceptions and shines a light on the innovation and creativity that made Soviet hockey the machine it became. Most importantly, he does so while humanizing the Russian players who are depicted as mere robots in the Disney movie.

Even the most hot-blooded American hockey fan can’t help but feel for Fetisov, who is shown in the documentary taking a return trip to Lake Placid with his daughter in 2013. Footage of the Americans’ remarkable victory runs simultaneously to Fetisov quietly reliving the game inside the locker room that he sat in 33 years earlier.

Hock's crew is there as Fetisov picks at the emotional scar, reopening the wound that never quite healed. The pain and puzzlement are engraved on his face as he thinks back to his team’s stunning defeat. 

“I remember when we lose the game, it was kind of…” Fetisov says with a brief pause, “silent.”

“We couldn’t believe we lost it,” he adds. “Thirty years later and I can blame myself, not to be at the best at this moment. That’s for sure.”

His daughter listens intently as silence engulfs the room, surely as it had three decades prior. It's a masterful scene.  

Yet, one defeat did not undo an era of Russian dominance. Instead, the Soviets regained their stranglehold of the international stage by winning the 1984 Olympics in Sarajevo and the 1988 Olympics in Calgary. In fact, the defeat in 1980 was the Soviets' first Olympic loss in 12 years.

Fetisov eventually won a Stanley Cup with the Detroit Red Wings in 1997. But that could only happen when the government released him from military service (hockey players were soldiers in the Soviet Army) and unprecedentedly permitted him to leave the country and join the New Jersey Devils.

While the legend of the Americans’ achievement is neatly encapsulated in “Miracle,” the complexity and depth of the Soviet hockey tradition can’t be spun into a 100-minute Hollywood docudrama.
 
It would need its own HBO series.

The Miracle on Ice lives on in the hearts and minds of Americans, but if you’re a true sports fan, so should the Soviets’ remarkable hockey history. 

“In America, people always want me to talk about the ‘Miracle on Ice,’” Fetisov says at the beginning of the film. “But we made our own miracles and that’s what I want to talk about.”

Dec 12, 2014

WINTER IS COMING: 5 future Winter Classics the NHL needs to play

When the NHL takes its game outside for the annual Winter Classic on New Year's Day, it's impossible not to take notice.

The novelty of seeing professional hockey played outdoors is unrivaled in other major American sports. Sure, college basketball on the deck of an aircraft carrier is cute, but it's not a spectacle like a hockey game played in the elements.

Yet, amid all of the college football played on New Year's Day and the addition of more outdoor games throughout the season, the NHL must ensure its premier regular season game stays just that -- premier.

But that can only happen by ripping a page out of last year's playbook and putting on made-for-TV productions like the one we saw when the largest hockey crowd ever -- 104,000 fans -- packed the University of Michigan's "Big House" to see the Red Wings take on the Maple Leafs in the 2014 Winter Classic.

With that in mind, here's how teams and venues should be selected in years to come, as well the five Winter Classic games the NHL should make happen:

COLD WEATHER IS A MUST: Sorry Los Angeles, but the Winter Classic is played during, well, winter! Snow makes for poor hockey conditions, but tremendous TV. And the word snow just simply doesn't exist in the lexicons of South Beach or Hollywood. 

THE VENUE MUST MAKE SENSE: The NHL wouldn’t pit Chicago against St. Louis at MetLife Stadium in New Jersey, would it? Neutral sites are a plus, but if it’s not a pure home game for one team, the game should be played at a venue accessible to both markets (see No. 1 below).

THERE HAS TO BE A HOOK: Sure, the Blackhawks and Capitals have the requisite star power to get our juices flowing, but this year’s matchup doesn’t exactly scream classic grudge match. The Winter Classic should be reserved for historical rivals or teams with blossoming rivalries.

THE BIGGER THE VENUE, THE BETTER: See "2014 Winter Classic." Over 100,000 rabid hockey fans crammed into the country’s largest stadium during a snow storm -- 'nuff said. (Hint: You'll see two college football stadiums on my list).

THE NEW YEARS DAY FACTOR: Does the confluence of the previous four criteria move the average joe's meter on one of sports biggest days? Is the spectacle grand enough to compete with the wonderful platter of college football bowl games play Jan. 1?

Still with me? Taking all of that into account, here are the five Winter Classic matchups and sites that the sports world needs to see:

Ohio Stadium - Columbus, Ohio
5. PITTSBURGH PENGUINS vs. COLUMBUS BLUE JACKETS at Ohio Stadium 
Will the buzz be big enough in Columbus to fill the Buckeyes’ massive stadium? I think so. Last year’s first round playoff matchup between these two teams produced one of the most entertaining series of the postseason. And remember: the Steel City is just a three-hour drive from Columbus. To once again see 100,000 hockey fans flood one of college football’s best venues would produce a spectacle worthy of Winter Classic branding.

Coors Field - Denver, Colo.
4. DETROIT RED WINGS vs. COLORADO AVALANCHE at Coors Field
It’s time to stoke the fires of this former Western Conference rivalry. The two teams met in the postseason five times between 1996 and 2002, three of those meetings coming in the Western Conference Finals. Claude Lemieux’s hit from behind on Kris Draper in the 1996 playoffs gave way to an on-ice brawl between the two teams the following season. Rekindling this rivalry on the Winter Classic stage would be well worth it. Plus, it’s evident the Red Wings know how to bring it with their custom jerseys for this game.

Gillette Stadium - Foxboro, Mass.
3. BOSTON BRUINS vs. MONTREAL CANADIENS at Gillette Stadium
Staging hockey’s most important regular season game in the home of the New England Patriots makes me want to dry heave. However, I could put up with a little gastrointestinal discomfort to see hockey’s oldest rivalry unfold on an outdoor sheet of ice. Just imagine the hordes of poutine-craving Canadiens fans pouring over the New Hampshire border, making a bee-line for Foxboro. The atmosphere would be akin to a Game 7. While the Bruins have already hosted a Winter Classic, they should get another if it means an outdoor matchup against their most hated rival.

Beaver Stadium - State College, Pa.
2. PITTSBURGH PENGUINS VS. PHILADELPHIA FLYERS at Penn State
Sure, the governor might have to call the National Guard into Happy Valley, but what else are you supposed to spend taxpayer money on these days? Is this matchup too regional? Maybe. But people would surely tune in to see how 50,000 cheesesteak-eating, potty-mouthed Flyers fans get along with 50,000 Penguins fans who make the 2½-hour drive east. Perhaps no Winter Classic matchup has more potential wow factor. It checks all the boxes – rivalry, winter elements, unique venue, buzz. I think Pierre McGuire just wet himself.

And the No. 1 Winter Classic venue/matchup is…

Lambeau Field - Green Bay, Wisc.
1. CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS vs. MINNESOTA WILD at Lambeau Field
Duh! This makes so much sense on so many different levels. Green Bay is practically halfway between Chicago and the Twin Cities, it’s colder than Winterfell (seriously, when is "Game of Thrones" coming back?) and it’s home to the NFL’s most storied stadium.

Just a 3½-hour drive north of Chi Town and about 4 hours from St. Paul, Lambeau is close enough to get fans from both teams to come out in droves in the same way the Toronto and Detroit fan bases converged on Ann Arbor last year. Not to mention, it would provide Brett Favre the ideal platform to announce that he’s once again coming out of retirement -- and then change his mind 10 minutes later. 

Dec 8, 2014

Win your 'Ugly Sweater Party' this Christmas with these bad boys...

The holiday season is here and that can only mean one thing...your yearly ugly sweater party is right around the corner.

But as you pick through the bargain racks at your nearest Salvation Army or scour the internet for that truly hideous Christmas sweater, perhaps you should consider taking things in a different direction this December.

Say for instance, you're a diehard Detroit Red Wings fan. Why not show off your Christmas spirit and your Hockeytown pride at the same time? I'm happy to report that after some sartorial genius out there decided to mesh the two in a series of superbly righteous holiday sweaters, now you can.

Sure, they're about five times as expensive as the run-of-the-mill holiday sweater you'll likely find in your local Goodwill. And sure, you might only wear it once a year, but remember, fan is short for FAN-atic and these sweaters might just be the most ridiculous things to hit the rack since the "Linsanity" player tees were hanging in Moddell's.  

Why settle for an ordinary ugly sweater when you can light up your holiday party with one that's inspired by your favorite sports team? As if being a Jets or Giants fan wasn't embarrassing enough these days. Now you can go the full nine yards and embrace the hilarity of your football team's woes with one of these gnarly knits.

It's hard to pick a favorite because there are so many gems out there. Of course there's the aforementioned candy cane-adorned Red Wings selection and the remarkably tacky Jay Cutler/Chicago Bears incarnation.

And this gem will surely warm the heart and soul of the most pathetic Knicks fan.

So get in the Christmas spirit, fork over the 50-some-odd bucks for one of these and crush this year's ugly sweater party like the whack job sports fan your know you are.

Jul 15, 2014

LeBron James is going home, where his legacy will truly be written



The title drought in Northeast Ohio is 50 years and counting. It’s been five decades since Jim Brown and the Cleveland Browns – the last team to win a title in the city – brought an NFL championship to the blue collar, Midwest town.

During that retched span, the Cleveland sports fan has endured a laundry list of gut punches, from the “The Shot” to “The Drive” and beyond.

Heck, the city’s beloved football team even upped and left once upon a time.

Then of course there was the night of July 8, 2010 -- “The Decision – when Akron native LeBron James dumped the Cavaliers on national television. In the aftermath of that debacle, I kept asking myself one question.

How much can one fan base take?

But that’s exactly why Friday was such a special day in sports, as LeBron eloquently announced in an essay that he’s returning to the Cavaliers. There was something so cruel, so organically unfair about the raw deal the city of Cleveland got when King James bolted for the Miami Heat four years ago, but Friday felt like the Sports Gods had righted a past wrong.

People have since questioned the loyalties of the Cavaliers fans who were seen rejoicing in the streets as news broke of LeBron's Decision 2.0. Weren’t these the same people burning his jersey in those same streets four years ago?

Cavaliers fans famously burned LeBron James jerseys in 2010.


Sure they were. But that shouldn’t matter. Friday’s events weren’t a product of some cookie cutter bandwagon effect that consumes all sports markets when the local team is on a roll. What we saw in Cleveland runs so much deeper.

After such a magnificently tragic 50 years, the Cleveland teams have ostensibly become the Kennedys of the sports world. Remember, this is the same fan base that has endured 141 consecutive seasons – across multiple sports – without a championship parade. That’s the longest active drought for any city.

In LeBron’s open letter announcing his decision to resign with the Cleveland Cavaliers – the team he spent the first seven years of his career with -- he writes that his decision to return to Cleveland wasn’t purely about winning championships.

It wasn’t about legacy or even basketball as a whole.

It was about going home.

His was a letter written by a person who truly understands his place in the world and where he belongs.

Yet, while the promise of rings isn’t the reason LeBron is returning to Cleveland, the prospect of that happening is the undercurrent that fueled the celebrations in the streets on Friday.

Sure, he could have stayed in South Beach, won two or three more titles with a revamped roster and inched closer to Michael Jordan’s magic number of six championships. Perhaps that would have been the prudent move for his legacy, as if that word were solely rooted in the number of championship rings that rest on your fingers.

No, LeBron’s legacy can be about so much more than raw talent or jewelry.

That’s why his decision to leave was so hard for me – with no rooting interest and no connection to Cleveland – to swallow in the first place. Rightly or wrongly, I couldn’t understand how he could divorce himself from the prospect of being the guy to bring a championship to Northeast Ohio, even if it was just one.

Just do a bit of homework on Mark Messier, and you’ll understand.

In 1991, the New York Rangers traded for Messier, a five-time Stanley Cup champion with the Edmonton Oilers. Three years later, Messier spearheaded an epic Cup run that ended the organization’s 54-year title drought and vaporized a World War II-era hex.

Five Cups with the Oilers, but it’s the title he won in 1994 with the Rangers that just might be Messier’s finest accomplishment. It was a legacy-cementing championship – one that still echoes on the streets on New York and in hockey lore.

Perhaps LeBron wasn’t ready for that type of a moment. Maybe he didn’t have the foresight or the vision to fully understand the opportunity that lay before him four years ago.

It sure seems like he does now. And if that’s the case, haters and fans alike should recognize and respect his choice to return home, his decision to slay Cleveland’s ancient demon.

His nickname is The King, but these days it feels more like “The Savior.” Then again he won’t be considered that until he ends the vaunted title drought that’s lingered on the shores of Lake Erie for a half century.

When LeBron does that, and only then, his legacy will truly be complete. Not in Springfield, Mass., on sports talk radio or in bar stool conversations that will follow in the years to come, but the one place where it truly maters.

Home.