A friend of mine asked me last week why I slowed down with my posting about my favorite hockey team, the New York Rangers. That’s simple – they stink. How many times can I sit in front of my computer and vent my spleen?
They don’t score. They don’t play defense. They skate like they are all wearing 60 pound weights on top their equipment. They don’t have much heart. They play as though they’ve given up on the season.
I was happy on Monday night – not that the Rangers lost to the Devils 3-0 at the Rock in Newark – but that I had a church Voters’ Meeting and missed the game.
Sean Avery appears that he’s coming back after the Rangers exiled him and he signed with the Dallas Stars and then he got into that little “sloppy seconds” scandal that got him suspended and placed into therapy. When the Rangers didn’t resign him in the off-season, I felt it was a mistake because Avery played with passion and heart. Whether you liked the way he played hockey, that’s another issue. But his hockey was filled with passion, and I like players who have it.
Instead, the Rangers went down the “Koom-ba-ya” path — picking players who would like one another, play video games together after practice, and discuss why their investments were in the toilet.
I don’t know if the Rangers forgot, but hockey is about winning, about raising the Stanley Cup. It is not about whether the team loves one another. This isn’t some social experiment – it’s a darn hockey team!! No Hillary Clinton “Villages” needed – you need heart, passion, and a willingness to leave it all on the ice.
I am just a little ol’ pastor in New Jersey who just so happens to be a hockey fan, but I always believed that winning cures all ills. You can hate your linemate, but if you win the Stanley Cup, all is forgiven. OK, maybe you won’t trade Christmas cards, but your names will be forever engraved on Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Tonight, the Capitals come to town. The Rangers are playing rather pathetic hockey. And yes, I am thanking the Lord that I have church tonight at 7:30, something that will prevent me from watching most of this pending disaster. As you can tell, my confidence in my team is overflowing.
Of course, my Rangers heart aches with the news our former captain, Jaromir Jagr, could be headed to Edmonton. Heck, the Rangers have no room for players like Jagr or Brendan Shannahan, two real leaders who actually care about winning. But they have room for Wade “A $39 Million Weight Around Our Salary Cap Neck” Redden, Chris “Was I Named the Captain? No Kidding!” Drury, and Scott “Thank God for all those Good Years in Jersey; It’s Now Paying for my Manhattan apartment” Gomez. Right now, I’d take Jagr and Shannahan over these three. Maybe we’d actually score a goal.