Marginal Utility

by Ken Houghton

Although ESPN is officially a, er, Sports Center that uses video, they appear not to be able to see themselves, judging by a paragraph in this piece:

Moore, then a forward with the Colorado Avalanche, suffered severe neck and head injuries in the March 8, 2004 incident, when Bertuzzi sucker punched him from behind, knocking him unconscious to the ice. Moore has not played professional hockey since.

As Joan Collins once observed, "A lie is a very poor way to say hello."

Long-time readers will know this is not the first time ESPN has told this lie. I'll say again what I said then:

Found the video on YouTube. No embedding, and not recommended for the faint of heart. This is a family blog.

ESPN's continued efforts to lie about this do it no favors.

Labels: abject horror, hockey, Journamalism

by Ken Houghton

In the greater scheme of things, this is a minor matter. But it seems likely to ruin his day.

Labels: hockey, LGandM

by Ken Houghton

I take back every catty thing I've said in the past few years. It never would have gone this far without his work in the first, second, and third OTs.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

Let us hope it does not go as this one did.

Labels: hockey, My home not native land

by Ken Houghton

Finally, a hockey fight video I can embed on a family blog. This is the way it should be done:

Labels: hockey, My home not native land

by Ken Houghton

It's not that I want to ignore Hillary's advice.

But let's look at this from a Sports point of view. My undergraduate alma mater broke the Division I record for a football team's losing streak (though, in fairness, the streak began the year after I graduated).

And while the MBA school has pretensions of being a football powerhouse (they are in the SEC, after all), they're rather more accomplished on the national level in swimming.

And no one will confuse the current campus—the most diverse college in the country—with the main branch, which goes to bowl games and manages to lose money.

So, since I have a chance to do graduate work at the school that just won its country's National Women's Hockey Team Championship, the opportunity for the sports culture shock alone is not to be passed up.

But it probably will make casting a ballot difficult. Advice/suggestions welcome.

Labels: campus life, hockey, just life, McGill, Rutgers, sports

by Ken Houghton

Or will a minor-league sport (through all fault of its own management) get to close The House that Ruth Built?

Labels: baseball, hockey, Yankees

by Ken Houghton

Nice to know the sport still exists, even if there was no promotion of its All-Star Game or the night before's skills contest.

Note for the record: Nabokov threw shut-outs in both. Keep worrying about the Sharks, both of you.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

WARNING: VIDEO EMBEDS NOT SAFE FOR KIDS. OR MOST HUMANS.

No, not that one. It's time to end the Philadelphia Flyers franchise.

I say this with a heavy heart, knowing I have at least one relative who may never speak to me again. Knowing that the Devils have the best record in the conference (take that, Burnside), knowing that the Rangers have not won in 2008 yet. But when Bobby Clarke gets loose with this, it's clear there's GOOD reason that league games are more difficult to find than the English Premier League football:

"When he went after [Jason] Blake, I loved it," Clarke told The Sports Network of Canada.

What's Clarke's definition of "Went after"?? Here's Downie on Blake:



That's right:

Downie punched Blake in the left eye as Blake was being held back by an official during a scuffle. [emphasis mine]

Here's Downie's hit on Dean McAmmond in the preseason, which may not quite reach McSorley or Todd Bertuzzi levels, but for which there is no excuse:



Well, unless you're Clarke:

Clarke said Blake deserved Downie's punch for saying Downie should have been suspended for more than 20 games.

"Blake was a guy who had no problem going out and saying [Downie] should be suspended for life or suspended for the year," Clarke said. "When you say something that stupid, why shouldn't this kid go after him for it?

"The kid did what every hockey player should do. If a player like Blake who's been around as long as he has wants to criticize a player, then he has to go on the ice with him and suffer the consequences."

"The consequences" = sucker punched while the referee holds him.

Here's that 25-game Boulerice hit (with the Flyer announcers trying to be nice):



Colin Campbell should resign in shame, having admitted that he "sells hate."

There is some justice, but even that's not the type anyone wants to see. Ken Campbell (presumably no relation to Colin, as he appears moderately sane) notes:

But perhaps the Flyers will learn something from the fact they’ll be without Joffrey Lupul for at least two weeks after he suffered a concussion and a bruised spinal cord. Because the only reason it happened was that he was decked by his own teammate’s illegal hit.

The only reason why it’s Lupul and not Maple Leafs winger Alexander Steen who is injured, is that Flyer defenseman Derian Hatcher’s classic headshot didn’t hit the intended target. On the play, Hatcher spotted Steen skating through the neutral zone, then came in with his elbows up and left his feet in an attempt to separate him from his senses.

Although Steen did get hit, he managed to avoid the brunt of it, but Lupul, who was skating right behind him, took his teammate’s elbows right to the head. Had that hit connected on Steen, there’s a good chance the league would have been reviewing two incidents involving the Flyers. [emphasis mine; think Downie's hit on McAmmond, and realise how well that "double secret probation" is working]

Enough is enough. It's intersession, and I was going to try to enjoy hockey. Instead, this coming Saturday features matches with Arsenal, Manchester United, and Juventus. None of whom employ Bobby Clarke or Colin Campbell.

Labels: hockey, mass media, real football, sports

by Ken Houghton

I wasn't going to blog again tonight—too much paperwork, cleanup, and other life things that should but don't have cute pictures—but this post by Scott is so offensive that it requires comment.

Steve Smith has nothing in common with Harry Reid. Let's compare:

1. Steve Smith made a mistake that he immediately regretted. Harry Reid is bending over and saying, "More please, sir."
   
2. Steve Smith got up again and returned to his job. When the Oilers won the Cup in 1987, Wayne Gretzky immediately handed the Cup to Smith. If Harry Reid's team wins anything next year—which his actions keep putting in doubt—no one will even give a fly*ng f*ck* about him.
   
3. It wasn't until the end of his career that Steve Smith Played for The Other Team in Scott's video. Harry Reid has no such excuse.
   
4. Smith's mistake was in the heat of play, and you can see what he was trying to do. Reid's act is deliberate and meditated and has no rational explanation.
   
5. Smith's error was at least a boon for Scott. Harry Reid's error is a disaster for 300 million U.S. citizens and countless others.

In short, Scott has insulted Steve Smith directly and, by implication, the integrity of NHL players everywhere by comparing Smith to someone who would commit what he (Scott) correctly calls "an appalling abdication of constitutional responsibility; there's nothing else one can say."

He should be ashamed of himself. Not so ashamed as Harry Reid, to be certain, but ashamed nonetheless.


*Reference to a song by my favorite Christian rocker, Bruce Cockburn. The lyrics are especially worth quoting in this context:

North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a fly*ng f*ck
About the people in misery....

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

Labels: hockey, LGandM, Politics, the rule of law

by Ken Houghton

(Scott Niedermayer hoists the Cup, from the AP)

For those of you who are keeping track, the Captain of the Stanley Cup Champion Anaheim Ducks is Scott Niedermayer, who hoisted his fourth Cup tonight, scored two Game-Winning goals in Anaheim's sixteen wins, and played more than half of the time in tonight's final game.

He was also, until Gary Bettman attempted to destroy the sport, a New Jersey Devil.

After the lockout, he was allowed to join his brother Rob and the Ducks, while the Devils kept, say, Colin White (four years younger, but less skilled with and without the puck) and didn't adjust the team strategy.

So congratulations, to Scott Niedermayer and the rest of the Anaheim Ducks; Devil fans everywhere are cheering you and thinking of Might Have Beens.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

Me, yesterday: "It's just that every game of the last round was on "Versus," which probably is available to, what, about 30,000 non-Comcast subscribers in the Western Hemisphere?"

ESPN, today, discussing a great game that no one saw:

After a postseason low of 20 shots in the series opener, the Senators managed less of a punch in Game 2. But what the game lacked in goals, it didn't fall short in exciting, tense play. Whether it was enough to bring viewers to TV sets is another issue. Game 1 on Versus got only a 0.72 cable rating and was seen in 523,000 households in the United States.

There are often weeks when that kind of turnout won't even produce the top selling CD or DVD of the week. Way to go, Gary Bettman.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

While Drek and Kim read The Onion in Tom's absence, I'm deep in the midst of a Secret Project (for which I am so late that it really isn't at all funny).

So I'm just going to post the third in the series of Why Mathematics Doesn't necessarily Produce Rational Results. (Part 1, not that anyone should care, is here; Part 2 was included at the bottom of this post.*)

When last we left our Heroes in Da Bronx, they needed to play .708 baseball (win slightly more than 7 of each 10 games) to reach the "expected" 110 wins. As they have not quite done exactly that, the results are, as they say, not pretty.

Fifty games into the season, the Yankees now need to play .795 baseball—win just shy of eight out of every ten games—the rest of the way to reach 110 wins. This would eclipse the best single-season record of any major league team in the modern era by more than 4%.

Indeed, they would have to play .683 baseball the rest of the way just to reach the bettors's expectation of 97.5 wins. Only the Red Sox, of the 30 major league teams, have managed to do that for the first almost-third of a season. (The Mets, who are generally viewed as the NYC success story of the Spring, are second overall at .660.)

Perhaps Rocket Man, now that we are fifty games into the season, will guide them to glory, but it really is now prohibitively Not the Way to Bet.

*It isn't, by the way, that I've lost interest in the hockey playoffs. While I still maintain that Jiggy's 2003 MVP Award was an abomination, the Ducks are a fun team to watch, and Ottawa are not slouches either. It's just that every game of the last round was on "Versus," which probably is available to, what, about 30,000 non-Comcast subscribers in the Western Hemisphere? The opening post-game declaration last night, "If you weren't a hockey fan before this game..." absurdly assumes that anyone else would wander into that area of the dial deliberately. (I suspect that the lack of Hogging from Scott and The World's Most Dangerous Professor is due to a similar reaction.)

As far as predictions go, either way I win: either the Devils lost to the Champions or—the way to hope, if not bet—Scott Niedermayer will prove that Lou Lamoriello should have kept him instead of opting for, say, Colin White in a cost-saving measure. So I'm going to root for the de-Disneyfied team that Brodeur nearly swept in 2003.

Labels: baseball, hockey, sabremetrics, Yankees

by Ken Houghton

My prediction for the series stands, though I admit being optimistic again after last night's 2-1 Double OT victory.

Indeed, I wouldn't be blogging this at all except to highlight this Note:

The game drew 19,040 fans, the Devils' first sellout of the season.

because it dovetails into Tom's two discussions of cars.

More later.

Labels: Economics, hockey, Trains Planes and Automobiles

by Ken Houghton

Three days later, Scott Burnside matches my prediction for Ottawa and New Jersey.

I now feel safe to make plans for Game Seven in the Swamp.

His optimism about The Berubes, on the other hand, appears based on his opening paragraph.

The Rangers have once again become the darlings of Manhattan, advancing to the second round of the playoffs for the first time in a decade.

When your standard alternatives are The Cablevision-subscribers-are-paying-for-this-mismanagement Knickerbockers (whose lottery pick will likely go to the Bulls) and The 110ers (who now need to play .708 baseball for the rest of the season to match the prediction that they would play about .680 for the season), the Berubes look golden.

It's optimism, though, to expect that to translate to three wins.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

The seedings are set. Burnside's first-round pick against the Swampers has once again gone down in flames, with the final game producing only one even-strength goal. The seeding, not to mention my optimal scenario, would not have the Sabres play a road game outside of the NYC area unless they reach the Stanley Cup Finals.

BUFFALO (1) v. NY Rangers (6). As noted previously, the Sabres didn't look fast against the Islanders. But I'm more inclined to attribute that to the team they played also being fast. Against the clutching, aging Berubes, expect a return to form.

But what the Berubes lack in speed, they make up for, sometimes, in scoring ability. The bad news is that, during the regular season, they scored precisely as many goals at the Sabres gave up.

The two teams split four games in the regular season, with the visitor winning all games, but their last meeting was December 1st. And Ryan Miller is not the alternating goalies that Bob Hartley used. Look for the Rangers to take two games at most; I'm expecting a sad but proud MSG after elimination in Game Six.

OTTAWA (4) v. New Jersey (2). My heart says this goes seven, and Brodeur wins the final game.* But the Senators are a stronger team than Tampa Bay, got some rest, and have some history to avenge. I would love to be wrong here—the Devils are starting to score, and Brodeur hasn't given up an even-strength goal in nearly three games—but Ottawa in six appears the way to bet.


*My heart also feels strange about Dany Heatley now that he's not playing for the Thrashers, but this isn't a Bertuzzi thing by any stretch—more cheer that he did not become another Vladimir Konstantinov. It's nice to see him able to play at all and the possibilities the Thrashers had when I was in grad school are nearly a hockey-career-generation past.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

No, I didn't expect the Berubes to sweep the Thrashers.

I had been thinking all week about writing a post about my naivete in taking Scott Burnside at his word in this post when he said they one thing I wanted to hear:

With Brodeur having played in 78 games, the theory is that, at some point, he will begin to wear down. It's more wishful thinking on the part of opponents than a real theory, though. Even if it does happen, don't expect it to happen in the first round.

I noted at the time that they were "Burnside's words, not mine," but I believed them.

For most of Games 2 and 3, and for the second period of Game 4, Brodeur looked human.

Since then, he's been Brodeur. And tonight he reminded everyone why, even those who would pick Roberto Luongo around whom to build a team (due to the age difference), there's no better right now.

As the Anonymous commenter said in the previous post, "Not to mention that [Burnside] takes shaky TB goaltending tandem to out duel Brodeur in game seven at The Swamp." That would have to happen now for the Lightning to take the series. Not currently the way to bet.

As for the series involving two New York State teams, I've noted elsewhere and before that I will never begrudge Buffalo getting a break from the officiating. But it would have been nice to see them have to go another game or two, since my best-case scenario right now has the Sabres playing every game in the first two rounds in the State of New York. As a friend who has managed to watch their games said, though, "I thought Buffalo was a fast team during the regular season, but the Islanders [played] right with them."

The future is encouraging.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

I mentioned earlier that Scott Burnside holds low expectations for the New Jersey Devils. But I never expected to see something this skewed.

Understand, I believe the Lightning are going to be a dangerous team for New Jersey to face. But there's a rule of reviewing that your summary follows from your analysis. Let's check Burnside's analysis:

1. The Devils' sick bay. Burnside notes that the Devils are healthy and together for basically the first time all year, ending with "but their durability and productivity will bear a close watch."
   
   
2. Patience, patience, patience. His conclusion: "The Devils ranked first in the NHL in fewest penalties taken per game (10.1 minutes), so beating them five-on-five will be crucial for the Bolts." No discussion of the Lightning.
   
   
3. Scoring, anyone? This is really a recapitulation of the first point: "With the aforementioned top point producers still hobbled, it'll be up to young guns Zach Parise (31 goals to lead the team) and Travis Zajac (17 as a rookie) to shoulder more of the load." The way they've been doing all season. In fact, it will be up to them to shoulder less of the load.
   
   1. And about that other point? "The conference's No. 1 seed, Buffalo, scored almost 100 [92, actually] more goals than the Devils." Yes, that would be an issue, if they were playing Buffalo. Also an issue would be that Buffalo gave up half-a-goal more each game (41 for the season). If they were playing Buffalo.
      
      They're not. They're playing Tampa Bay which scored 37 more goals than the Devils [which means 92-37 = 55 less than the Sabres, making the above comparison even sillier] but also gave up 60 more [3/4 of a goal a game].
   
   
   
4. The Brodeur factor. This is an outright rave, as it should be:
   

   Effervescent Brodeur is coming off a sensational season that saw him establish a new record for wins in a season (48). He finished third in save percentage and goals-against average while playing more than any other netminder in the league. With Brodeur having played in 78 games, the theory is that, at some point, he will begin to wear down. It's more wishful thinking on the part of opponents than a real theory, though. Even if it does happen, don't expect it to happen in the first round.

   Burnside's words, not mine. Compare to:
   
   
5. Who's minding the net? The Devils enjoy the ultimate in netminding stability with Brodeur, but the picture is a little bit fuzzier for the Bolts. Coach John Tortorella isn't one to coddle his players and has been known to call out any and all, including his goaltenders, a habit that has not endeared him to the netminding fraternity.

So, of the five points, the first might be a speculative negative for NJ; the second is a clear NJ win; the third, if it were placed in the context of Round One and not Round Three, is advantage-NJ, the fourth is an Unqualified Rave for NJ, and the fifth is a data-backed Speculative Negative for Tampa Bay.

So what is Burnside's conclusion (after a Wishful Thinking Key Matchup, a recapitulation of "The Devils Are Injured! The Devils Are Injured!" and an indifferent review of the Lightning's defence?

Given the Devils' injury problems and the attendant paucity of scoring, it might not matter that the Lightning have the worst penalty-killing record of any playoff team. Everyone says goaltending trumps scoring in the playoffs. We take the contrary view here and like the Lightning's superior offense to carry the day. Tampa Bay in seven.

Burnside did the same thing last year, neglecting to consider the Special Teams play of the Devil's opponent in his analysis. This year, he casually mentions it, without noting the magnitude (The Lightning were the worst team in Penalty Kill Percentage in the entire Eastern Conference—including those who didn't qualify for the playoffs—and second-worst in the league, ahead of only the Kings. No wonder the nicest thing he can say about their defence is that "underappreciated defenseman Dan Boyle [-5]" scored a lot)

Unless we conclude that Burnside is blinded by some previously-unrevealed hatred of Lou Lamoriello, the conclusion doesn't follow from the data presented.

The only remotely good news is the suffering of others: if Burnside is correct, the team of at Scott at LG&M and the team of Professor Berube at Crooked Timber (the referenced post is here) will be Unhappy in Seven as well.

But I'm rooting for Scott's team (especially considering their opponent) and wouldn't be surprised to see The Professor's boys playing the Sabres in the second round.*

*Wouldn't be happy; it would mean all of Buffalo's first eight wins [and any losses] would come in New York State, making them formidable in the Conference Finals. Then again, since they are the Old Team, I wish them All the Best. For now.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

Let me be clear from the start: I agree with Scott (usually a sensible thing anyway) when he said

All of which reminds me that I've always thought that Lemaire's great Devils teams always got a bad rap. There certainly were teams of that era that tried to win through tedious clutch-and-grabbing, but the Devils were an exciting, hard-hitting, highly skilled team that happened to specialize in defense and goaltending. If you don't allow goals because you're fast and well-coached, that's still fun to watch.

adding on that if you give me Ken Daneyko, Scott Stevens, and Martin Brodeur and I don't build a team around defence and goaltending, I wouldn't be able to keep any job except maybe GM of the Rangers, or for another Cablevision-subsidized team. (Certainly not in Calgary.)

All of which means that I would love to believe Scott Burnside in his optimism: until I remember that Burnside picked the Rangers over the Devils in last years playoffs.

All of which is to say that while I hope this statement is true:

No one but Lamoriello could make the decision to fire a head coach -- with three games left in the regular season, 102 points in the standings and wins in four of the past five games -- seem like the most logical thing in the world.

But that's exactly what Lamoriello did Monday, dismissing Claude Julien, the man he hired to take over for, well, himself, last summer.

But I don't buy it.

It's too late to rest Brodeur—and you don't want to if it means ending up with the fifth seed, and having to play, in the best/worst case (all seedings otherwise hold), Ottawa then Buffalo and then Pittsburgh as the road team.

You've now got a healthy team for the first time all year, and it can still skate with the best. And you're likely to end up with the second seed; Pittsburgh's final three games aren't exactly a cakewalk either.

So when Burnside says:

If the Devils win at least a round, Lamoriello will have reinforced the notion that it's not so much who is behind the bench or on the ice, but the system and mentality that oozes from the dressing room walls in the swamp. But if the Devils are upended in the first round, Lamoriello opens himself up to significant second-guessing in the new NHL that could chip away at his ability to attract the kind of people that have been crucial to maintaining the team's cycle of success.

he's setting expectations so low George W. Bush might be able to meet them.

On Saturday, I was asked what I expect of the Devils. I haven't watched much more than last year—the kids don't go to bed any earlier—but this is a team that should be able to make the Conference finals. If they can hold the second seed but only win one round this year, it won't be a triumph of the system, just the soft bigotry of Scott Burnside's perpetually low expectations.

Labels: hockey

by Ken Houghton

There are moments in sports that are painful to watch. Baseball has Dave Dravecky's arm re-breaking or J.R. Richard's stroke-on-the-playing-field. College basketball has Hank Gathers, while the pros had Kermit Washington's near-fatal punch of Rudy Tomjanovich. Football has Jack Tatum's hit on Darryl Stingley.

Hockey is hardly immune to this. Travis Roy may be our version of Stingley. As described in the Washington Post:

Roy, 28, achieved his dream of playing Division I college hockey when he jumped onto the ice for his first game as a freshman for Boston University in 1995, only to suffer a horrifying head-first crash into the boards just 11 seconds later, leaving him paralyzed from the neck down. Roy remains confined to a wheelchair, but his optimism is boundless and his spirits especially high with an unprecedented four days of hockey unfolding at the Fleet Center.

Not something anyone wants to think about, but I wouldn't hesitate to embed the YouTube clip if I had it. It was a clean hit, and is remembered now for the same reason that Ray Chapman is remembered: it's unexpected, not malicious, and the result is entirely out of proportion to what one would reasonably expect.

That said, and given this post, there are three hockey videos I would never embed:

1. Clint Malarchuk's throat getting slashed by a skate. Google tells me that one is on YouTube, and it's an amazing video. If you ever wanted to know why goalies wear neck protection:
   

   The notable incident occurred during a game on March 22, 1989 between the visiting St. Louis Blues and Malarchuk's Buffalo Sabres. Steve Tuttle of the Blues and Uwe Krupp of the Sabres collided at the mouth of the goal, and Tuttle's skate caught Malarchuk on the neck, slicing open his external carotid artery. With pools of blood collecting on the ice, Malarchuk somehow left the ice under his own power with the assistance of his team's trainer, Jim Pizzutelli. Many spectators were physically sickened by the sight with seven fainting and two suffering heart attacks while two teammates vomited on the ice [1] [2]. Local television cameras covering the game instantly cut away from the sight of Malarchuk....
   
   After Malarchuk's injury, the NHL instituted a policy requiring all goalies to wear neck protection.

   
   I've seen the video, which is yet another reason it's not possible to take The 300 seriously.
   
   
2. Bertuzzi on Steve Moore. I trust no more need be said.
   
   
3. Marty McSorley attempting to behead Donald Brashear. I honestly don't believe there is another way to describe the actual action (slow-motion replay at 54 seconds). Wikipedia understates the description:
   

   During the February 21, 2000 Vancouver-Boston game, when Brashear played for Vancouver, Marty McSorley struck Brashear in the side of his head with his stick. Brashear fell to the ice, his head bounced, and his unsecured helmet flew off. Brashear's suffered from a grade 3 concussion and memory lapses. He returned to play after several weeks and has fully recovered.
   
   Brashear testified he has no memory of what happened. Marty McSorley was found guilty of assault with a weapon but wasn't sent to jail. He had to complete 18 months of probation, in which he could not play against Brashear. McSorley claims that he tried to hit Brashear in the shoulder to start a fight with him and didn't mean to hit his head.

   
   McSorley never played in the league again.
   
   And now there is a fourth:
   
   
4. Isles' Simon ejected for hitting Rangers' Hollweg
   

   Just seconds before he was hit, Hollweg drove Simon into the boards with a hard, clean check. Simon got up angrily and met Hollweg as they came together again. He then swung his stick into Hollweg's face, just above his neck.
   
   ...
   
   Simon spent Friday afternoon being examined by a doctor. He appeared to be shaken up on the hit by Hollweg into the boards. An injury could prevent Simon from flying to Toronto, where disciplinary hearings are commonly held....
   
   Simon's hit...flattened Hollweg with 6:31 remaining and left him motionless for several minutes in the Rangers' zone.

   
   Swung is a rather-too-nice term (the original check at 1:37; Simon's "response" follows, roughly at 1:41)

Don't get me wrong; both Simon and Hollweg, like Brashear and McSorley before them, are enforcers, so it's not necessarily a mismatch, in the way that, say, Tie Domi cold-cocking Scott Niedermayer with his elbow in the 2000 Playoffs, or Dale Hunter on Pierre Turgeon, or several of the other gems captured here are.

But that doesn't make it any less evil, and the league has acted appropriately in suspending Simon for at least 25 games.

Labels: hockey, YouTube