
- An 8 year-old kid ready for shenanigans, wanting to sleep in their hockey equipment, having memorized the back of every '08-'09 hockey card they can get their hands on.
- A 22 year-old new grad having emerged from the dark depths of an Undergraduate degree, seeing the light of day for the first time in four years.
- Tom Hanks from Castaway, returning to civilization after battling the elements for long enough to grow a ridiculous beard.
- Some random who Ewan McGregor met during the filming of the Long Way Down, who has never seen snow and doesn't speak anything close to English.
- A Soccer Mom.
- A Stay at home Dad.
- A Golden Retriever.
- Me.
And as one of the above I am surprised, confused, disappointed, and in need of more of an explanation than the mindless whining that has attacked me over the passed week.
The NHL All-Star Game, scratch that, the NHL All-Star Weekend has come and gone, and book-ending the two day event has been variations of: "the NHL All-Star Game is a big pile of Trash!" Radio Stations, Editorials, Pan-Handlers on the corner of 4th and 7th, some guy in the fitness centre trying to decided between standing or sitting in front of the TV while curling a set of 2 lbs dumb-bells, my used-to-be friend Sam, they all happen to be experts on the matter of 'All-Stars' and the 'NHL's showcasing of them', and without room for compromise or the sound of an opinion other than their own, they have crucified the entire Weekend and forced everyone to know about it.
Take a breather cause I'm not done.
I'm back to picturing myself as one of the listed individuals above, and whether I'm in 3 pools and watch 4 to 5 periods of the game a night, or have no idea what 'ice hackey' is, my impression of the All-Star Weekend is that the majority of 'Fans' despise the concept.
So what is the concept. From the 30 professional teams that battle for 3/4 of the calendar year in the most competitive hockey league on the planet, just over 40 players are chosen to showcase their talent over a two day period. But it's not just that they create magic on the ice during the Superskills Competition and the All-Star Game, these ambassadors of the sport and role models to millions gather and consult the topic of Hockey. Everything from rule changes to league dynamic to plays of the year get talked about by everyone who matters. It's a concentrated look at the sport and seemingly a Holy Grail of a hockey weekend for fanatics. So what's the deal then? What is it about interviews with Crosby, Speed-of-Sound challenging Howitzers from Chara, art on ice from Kovalev, and a 12-11 Shoot-Out finish that doesn't appeal to the sport's biggest fans? I'm lost, but here's some of the nonsense I've heard thrown around:
- "It's not a game, there's no defence, no hitting, no intensity".
Funny, this 'Not a Game', seems to have gone to Shootout. And what's wrong with Offence!?!? The truth here is that the whiners are whiners for life. Who knows what the next big whine is going to be about; different day same old cry-baby special. Not enough scoring before the Lockout, so the league changes the rules and favours offence (sounds good to me). But for this particular situation it was decided that there was such thing as 'too much offence'. Who wants to see a showcase of stay-at-home defencemen? I personally think that seeing the greatest danglers in the world dance around the rink and bring the game's average plays to the level of 'highlight reel' is something pretty special. However who am I but some sucker for the beauty the game's Ultimate Triumph - a Goal. Watch defence and wait for the big hits during the rest of the season, but don't rain on my starry-eyed parade with your 'No Defence'. Just enjoy the 20 plus goals for what they are; a demonstration of pure talent. Oh and 'no intensity', what are you after? You want a little man-advantage three or four periods into overtime of game seven of Stanley's march? Is that? Intensity - just take a timeout from the continual adrenaline rush, you suspense junkies, and grab some intensity during the two full months of post season craziness that is just around the corner.

Can no one appreciate the smiles? I'm watching high-paid, athletic machines, that have devoted their entire lives to reaching this VIP club, where every move they make is front and centre for all to criticize, where millions and millions of dollar signs means it's a Business first, entertainment second, and somewhere beyond that a 'Game', where off-seasons are now the 24/7 training must, and where if you're not 'great' then you're 'garbage' and you're going to be posting facetime in the minors... and I'm watching them have FUN. You hear 'for the love of the game' get tossed around with that arsenal of sports cliches and it's hard to be a believer, but when these professionals are laughing it up, joking around with each other, and goofing off on the ice like that 8 year-old I mentioned earlier, you can feel the love. Feel it, and enjoy it. With all the other Bull-Shizen that surrounds the 'Game', these guys still play cause they really, really can't help but love to.
So now maybe I'm a sucker for the Ultimate Triumph AND I'm a hopeless romantic. If you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it, but shut your big yapper on what the All-Star Game should or shouldn't be. Just because you want the game to be some version of the Stanley Cup Finals meets the '72 Summit-series meets a historic montage of the best of UFC, doesn't mean that it's going to happen. I want more than 7 people to read this blog, but I'm not going to start throwing a hiss-fit about it.
If you're still not convinced, and expect the Stanley-Cup-Summit-Series-UFC game to exist at some point, good for you, keep on hating. If you're still not convinced, but wouldn't mind a five minute distraction where 23 goals are scored, NHL.com can help. Here's 40 of the best hockey players in the world that spent a weekend All-Staring it up, but what do they know right...