Madison Square Garden


Yesterday afternoon and evening, I met up with an old friend who works for a sports network out west. He was in town to finish up a story and reached out to meet up. I’ve known him for a few years — his father was (is?) involved with politics in New York City and through that association, the two of us met. He is a few years younger than me, but he had a journalism spark that intrigued me.

We met in the mid-afternoon for a late lunch (instead of dinner) and caught up. I was very excited that he has been able to accomplish a lot in his short career. Of course, like most sports journalists, he wants to get on the “big stage” on some national network. But right now, he is very content with his life.

Before the Phoenix Coyotes-New York Rangers game at the Garden, he walked me around his hotel and the Garden locker room, visiting some of his friends, co-workers, players, and coaches that he knows. For this hockey fan, I tried my best not to gawk (or to drool, in one instance). Whenever he introduced me, he said “I’d like you to meet a friend, Father Anthony Iovine,” to which I consistently retorted, “I’m a Lutheran pastor.”

And, of course, the response was always, “Good afternoon/evening, Father.”

It made me giggle.

There were two points in these quick introductions where I was asked to go off to the side “to talk.” One time, I was asked into a hotel room for a chat. When we watch sports stars, politicians, or anyone on television or read about them in the newspaper, we never see them for who they truly are. We receive a jaded public persona, one that either they want the public to see or what the journalist or commentator wants their readers to see. One of the gentlemen I spoke with last night, someone who I hold in extremely high regard (hence my earlier “drool” comment), poured out his heart over a difficult situation he was facing in his non-sports life.

As a pastor on-call 24/7 (I don’t just work on Sundays), we spoke for a short time over a very personal matter. It was a moment that I will not forget. He just let it all out. In the end, he smiled and thanked me for my help. We ended up exchanging telephone numbers and he promised he would call to update me on how he was doing. But the coolest thing — we shared a bottle of Vitamin Water. You don’t know tempted I was to dive into the garbage to take out the two paper cups and auction them off on E-bay.

My other pastoral care moment came in the locker room before the start of the game. It was just a short conversation, but as in my earlier meeting, I pray our time helped in some way.

As for the game, I saw the first period. The Rangers were a little slow at kicking it into gear. However, we had to run — my friend asked me if I would drive him to the airport; that meant leaving the Garden after the first 20 minutes of the game. Oh, we first had to go get a slice of cheesecake, something my friend says he really misses about New York. His flight was delayed – surprise. So I spent a little time with him at the airport “discussing” the Giants and the Yankees (he violently hates both teams), and talking about his recent breakup with his longtime girlfriend (the real topic I think he wanted to talk about all night, but was afraid to mention it).

When I started out yesterday afternoon, I thought I was going to dinner, see a hockey game, and maybe get a drink with an old buddy, all very personal acts.

In the end, my time was very pastoral where I hope I helped a few others.

With all this coverage of the presidential election, you may have missed a few things that happened in New Jersey/New York sports yesterday:

The Jets and the Giants won their respective games. As a Giants fan, whenever Big Blue or any other team, for that matter, beats up on the Dallas Cowboys, a bright smile goes gets plastered on my face. The New York Times delved deep into the mind and life of Jets Quarterback Brett Favre in their Sunday sports Play Magazine.

At MSG last night, the Knicks looked ugly, but they are close to ridding themselves of Stephon Marbury.

And Larry Brooks of the Post complains that the New York Rangers aren’t using Scott Gomez the right way. It’s rare, but I agree with Brooks today:

But the most distressing pattern thus far revolves around the (Rangers’ head coach Tom) Renney’s reluctance to give his best playmaking center, his most creative pivot and his elite puck-carrying breakdown skater – they’re all Scott Gomez, by the way – complementary wingers who belong on his line. The head coach’s attempt to spread the wealth has created a fragmented offense lacking a go-to line with which the opposition must contend.

The Rangers have committed $51M over seven years to Gomez, yet they’ve assigned him to play with Nigel Dawes and Ryan Callahan, wingers who probably are more compatible to third-line responsibility. They have taken their most talented center and all but marginalized him as an offensive force.

That is what was on my sports radar this morning.

Madison Square Garden has been a under the microscope this week. First, they settled a sexual harassment lawsuit with a former worker, costing its owners $11.6 Million. Then yesterday, the New York Times reported on the apparent tense relationship between the New York Rangers and the New York Knicks, which isn’t very close even though they train a few feet from one another over in Westchester.

Today, Page Six of the New York Post piles on with their political cartoon:

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I know – this really has nothing to do with church or God. But as a sports fan, I am like one of those people driving past on the highway looking at an accident. I just can’t take my eyes off of the Garden mess.