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NHL, facing a game misconduct, rescues itself with a late save



By , Published: January 7

The Washington Post
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The lockout of NHL players that dragged on for 113 days and cost the league more than half the season was a battle over money, as all collective bargaining negotiations are. More than that, though, it became a battle of egos, which is why it took so long to resolve issues that should have been agreed upon sometime last summer.
Gary Bettman was absolutely set on “winning,” because he had won his first two CBA negotiations as NHL commissioner — one costing more than half a season, the second costing an entire season. But his opponent this time, Donald Fehr, also had a perfect record — albeit in another sport.
In the end, they both lost. Hockey lost, and the sport’s remarkably loyal fans lost more than anyone.
Those fans will get a 48-game regular season with games coming at them nonstop and a lot of teams playing tired as the regular season ends. They will get Stanley Cup playoffs that will end shortly before the Fourth of July, and they will get a season in which they won’t see any foes from the opposite conference at all. So if you are a Washington Capitals fan, you won’t see your team play the defending Stanley Cup champion Los Angeles Kings unless both teams make it to this season’s finals.
When the ice chips finally cleared early Sunday morning, the owners walked away feeling as if they had closed loopholes in the salary cap and made some extra hockey revenue. The players walked away knowing they will still be very well-compensated — the minimum salary for an NHL player will go from $525,000 a year to $750,000 a year by the end of this deal.
Good for everyone. All it took was half a year of sniping and backbiting to get this done. The owners started it in July, demanding that the revenue split go from 57 percent to the players to 57 percent for the owners. Not only was there no way the players were going to come close to accepting those numbers, but such an outrageous opening offer set an angry tone that lasted almost six months.
The owners have tried — sometimes not so quietly — to portray Fehr as the black hat in all this, saying he wanted to stonewall and stall more than he wanted to truly negotiate.
That’s a convenient story line except for one thing: Fehr was still running the baseball players’ union when the first Bettman-led lockout took place in 1994 and was also still in baseball eight years ago when the entire NHL season was lost to a lockout. He was not the common denominator in any of this, but his presence clearly did make a difference for the union.
The owners can — and will — declare victory. They got the players to agree to a 50-50 split of revenues, and they got a term limit on contracts of seven years — eight for a player re-signing with the same team. That means there won’t be any more 13- or 14-year contracts like the ones some owners were handing out this summer (at the same time they were collectively demanding those limits). The owners also got next year’s salary cap lowered from a little more than $70 million to $64.3 million.
In many ways, though, it’s a Pyrrhic victory. Not only have both sides lost millions of dollars — perhaps billions by losing more than half a season — they also have damaged their image with those who care about their sport. What’s more, Bettman and the owners have infuriated NBC, their television partner, by costing the network the Winter Classic and the All-Star Game, not to mention more than three months of inventory desperately needed by the NBC Sports Network.
If there is one thing no commissioner wants to do, it is upset his television partners. That’s especially true in hockey with the new 10-year, $2 billion deal that NBC recently gave the NHL. Bettman has been running the NHL for almost 20 years, and he has helped bring some semblance of financial stability to the league — although he made a mistake in over-expanding, which created enough weak franchises that getting a salary cap and a 24 percent rollback in salaries eight years ago wasn’t enough to avoid another work stoppage.
But he clearly has come out of this battle weakened. He did not deliver on his promise to take down Fehr. If anything, the fact that the owners ended up accepting a deal that was, for all intents and purposes on the table for them to accept in early December and was rejected, makes it clear that Fehr’s willingness to go to court frightened the league.
If you listen to the owners, they weren’t at all afraid of that, believing that no U.S. court would rule in favor of a Canadian-based union. The baseball owners believed advisers who told them no court would rule against them in 1995 and lived to rue that day and that expectation.
The next 11 days will be about everyone getting back on the ice and beginning to talk hockey again, which is good news for all who care about the sport. There was one key issue left undecided: whether the league will take part in the Olympics in 2014. This should be a no-brainer. Olympic hockey has been a boon to the NHL, especially in 2010 when the gold medal game between the United States and Canada turned into a classic.
There are some on the Bettman/ownership side who don’t like stopping the season for two weeks for the Olympics. If they should prevail and the NHL pulls out of the Olympics, it will be a huge setback for the sport.
Hockey will survive, regardless. It lost an entire season and attendance actually went up slightly the next year. It has now gone through three bitter, damaging lockouts, and no doubt will find light at the end of this tunnel, too.
That’s testimony to hockey fans’ love of their sport. It doesn’t mean what just happened wasn’t ludicrous. The money issues could have and should have been resolved in August. Sadly, it took until now to finally resolve the ego issues.

For previous columns by John Feinstein, visit washingtonpost.com/feinstein.

Why I'm not angry at Lance Armstrong



By , Published: December 15

The Washington Post
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I like Lance Armstrong, have always liked him. Not the fairy-tale prince, but the real him, the guy with the scars in his head, both visible and invisible, the combative hombre who once crossed a finish line swinging his fists at another rider, the contradictory, salty-mouthed, anti-religious nonbeliever, who nevertheless restored a chapel. The man who tried to whip cancer fair and square, and did more good with his name and fortune than any athlete I’ve ever met.
I’ve searched high and low for my anger at Lance, and I can’t find it. It’s just not there. I checked — looked in every corner, and I’m empty of it. I’ve tried for weeks now to summon the moral certitude and outrage that others seem to demand, and I don’t have it, maybe because he’s my friend and co-author of “It’s Not About the Bike,” but also because my opinion of him was never based on what he did in a bike race in France 10 years ago. And while we’re on that subject, there is no question in my mind he was the hardest-working cyclist in the world, and for the life of me, I can’t find the competitive injustice in his seven Tour de France victories.
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because, though I hoped he was clean, it’s simply not shocking or enraging to learn that he was like all the other cyclists who sought a medical advantage in riding up the faces of mountains. Or because I’ve long believed that what athletes put in their bodies should be a matter of personal conscience, not police actions — when we demand unhealthy, even death-defying extremes of them for our entertainment, it seems the height of hypocrisy to then dictate what’s good for them. Or because after reading the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency report, and more importantly the rider affidavits, what emerges is a portrait of a sport in which needles were so deeply embedded that the choice was simply to use them, or quit riding. And I don’t have it in my heart to condemn any of the athletes in it, much less Lance, son of a Kroger supermarket checkout girl,who had a singular talent and whose career option was to go home, and do what exactly?
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because more informative than the USADA report was an ESPN interview with his former teammate Jonathan Vaughters, who observed: “There is the huge misconception, though, that this is about Lance. This is about a culture that Lance was a part of, and that he participated in . . . If you want people to be truthful and want to know what actually happened, as opposed to chasing ghosts for the next 10 years, then you have to let them know that we won’t chop your head off.”
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because I’ve decided that the smoldering wreckage of the bonfire that burned down Big Tex was wildly out of proportion to the offense. And because, much as I would have liked a personal or public confession from him, I suspect that he understood what the price of it would be, and found the stakes too high to call up his friend at The Washington Post and bring it all down on his head.
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because, after reading the rider affidavits, I think it’s apparent that all of the people associated with him are responsible for themselves and their choices, just as I was. If Floyd Landis, Tyler Hamilton, Christian VandeVelde and Dave Zabriskie took EPO during the Tour de France, it wasn’t because Lance Armstrong shot them in their butts with it. I enjoyed and profited from my association with Lance when he was on top, and so did his fellow riders. Lance never made me write a single paragraph in “It’s Not About the Bike” or the sequel “Every Second Counts,” and the vast majority of them, I stand by as honest. Such as this one: “Cycling is so hard, the suffering is so intense, that it’s absolutely cleansing.”
Maybe I’m not angry at him because after reading the USADA report and the affidavits of the riders who spoke with USADA, I have some common-sense questions that preclude anger. Such as: Shouldn’t an organization with the initials U.S. in front of it have to follow due process? And: According to the affidavits, the U.S. Postal Team had a highly organized “doping” system in place long before Lance became a member of it, so why is he the target of this report? Or: The affidavits taken by USADA make it clear that while Lance refused to use HGH, Floyd Landis introduced it to younger riders, so why is the federal government considering giving Landis whistle-blower protection?
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because for two decades now I’ve had serious questions about the wisdom and fairness of the “anti-doping” effort, which consists of criminalizing and demonizing athletes for what boils down to using medications without a prescription, as if they are heroin dealers. And I’m confused as to why using cortisone as an anti-inflammatory in a 2,000-mile race is cheating, and I wonder why putting your own blood back into your body is the crime of the century. And because there are offenses in sport that seem far, far worse to me. Like say, putting rapists on your college football team.
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because I believe the athlete in him is a situational personality — a facet, not the whole — and I’m just as glad not to compete against that side of him, the one that invented a game called “fireball” when he was a teenager that consisted of soaking tennis balls in kerosene, lighting them on fire, and playing catch with them. “Let me give you a piece of advice,” his wife Kristin once said. “Don’t corner him. If you corner him, he’ll fight his way out.” Whose makeup seems to me Phaedra-like, drawn by two horses pulling in opposite directions. “I have loved him every minute of his life,” his mother once declared, “but God, there were times when it was a struggle.”
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because I’ve never believed there was a more innocent sporting past, and I am not one of those people, unlike his prosecutors, who get nervous and angry when great athletes are too far removed from my own image of myself. And 25 years of writing about champions has convinced me that they are indeed, very, very different from you and me, and their qualities are often dark. And because “It’s Not About the Bike” tried to state that quite clearly.
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because I don’t understand those people who are bitterly angry to discover that he is not Santa Claus, while ignoring the very real and useful presents he delivered. Not toys, not hagiography, but the simple yet critical lesson that a third medical opinion can save your life. Or that the more educated a sick person is about their disease, the greater their statistical chance of survival. Who not only preached those lessons, but built an organization through which anyone can get the information and education about cancer for free that he was fortunate enough to be able to afford. And who put his money and incalculable amounts of time where his mouth was, raising $500 million for research and donating $7 million of his own fortune.
Maybe I’m not angry at Lance because the guy I know lost his head to celebrity and ego at times, but he always, always kept his head on straight about cancer. “You don’t beat it,” he said. “You get very lucky and survive it. I don’t want anyone to think I beat cancer because I’m special.” And because I never once saw him too tired to engage with a cancer sufferer, or too vain to pull out his driver’s license and show the picture of himself bald, with no eyebrows, and two half moon scars in his scalp from brain surgery to remove tumors.
Or because he once said this, and I got to be the person who wrote it down and deliver it to others: “If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell.”
Let me make something clear: I don’t just like Lance Armstrong for that. I love him for it.

For previous columns by Sally Jenkins, visit washingtonpost.com/jenkins.

A little luck, a lot of perseverance led UNC to 22nd championship

By Andrew Carter
The News & Observer
http://www.newsobserver.com
December 4, 2012


 When she was about 8 years old, Caitlin Ball served as a ball girl at Fetzer Field for North Carolina women’s soccer games. She dreamed of one day running up and down that field, a member of the Tar Heels, and of becoming a part of perhaps the greatest dynasty in the history of college sports.
She dreamed of a scene that became reality on Sunday, when Ball and her UNC teammates celebrated the Tar Heels’ 22nd national championship, and first since 2009, after a 4-1 victory against Penn State at Torero Stadium at the University of San Diego. After traveling home through the night, Ball and her teammates returned here at 9 a.m. on Monday.
No campus celebration awaited them. No public spectacle. It was back to normal. Players were told to go to class. Ball spent part of the day waiting for the realization to register, waiting for some kind of moment that made what happened on Sunday seem real instead of like a fantasy.
“We were all just ecstatic,” said Ball, a sophomore defender who walked onto the team from East Chapel Hill High. “That’s the real feeling right now. I don’t think it’s really sunk in for any of us yet.”
For so long, coach Anson Dorrance and the UNC women’s soccer team made winning look easy. The Tar Heels won nine consecutive national championships between 1986 and 1994, and then won four consecutive national titles between 1996 and 2000.
During the 1990s, the Tar Heels compiled more national championships (eight) than losses (seven). Given the history of the program Dorrance built, what happened on Sunday might seem like just another championship in a long line of them. It wasn’t, though.
After a season filled with near-constant roster adjustments and injuries, Dorrance on Monday described this national championship as the most satisfying of his career. Never before had a team he coached accomplished so much after experiencing as much adversity.
He took special satisfaction in defeating Stanford, the 2011 national champion, in the NCAA tournament semifinals.
“The Stanford lineup was littered with our recruiting failures,” Dorrance said. “Even a couple of kids that originally committed to us and then jumped ship later. So losing these great players to them after they had committed to us was particularly painful. You can imagine the wonderful schadenfreude I was feeling when we won the game.”
UNC entered the NCAA tournament with five losses, which tied for the second-most in any season in school history. The Tar Heels began the tournament without victories in their past nine overtime games.
But they beat BYU in double overtime in the tournament quarterfinals, and then defeated Stanford in double overtime in the national semifinals. Before that, in their third-round game against Baylor, the Heels prevailed in a shootout after the teams ended regulation and two overtimes tied at 1.
Was there some intangible quality about these Tar Heels that allowed such success in overtime? Did UNC possess a certain level of toughness or heart that allowed it to advance in three consecutive overtime games?
“Actually, it’s even more mundane,” Dorrance said. “It’s called luck. We could have easily lost to Baylor. BYU had this great run by their superstar center back up the middle of our defense in [double overtime] and she beat the goal keeper off the dribble and all she had to do was slip it into an open yet.
“And when she shot, a kid [Brooke Elby] that was making a 60-yard sprint from the mid-stripe just got her body in the way of the shot, otherwise we would have been toast in that game. … But I certainly don’t detract from the commitment my kids made.”
Good to have luck 
Some of Dorrance’s teams didn’t need luck as much as this one did. Rarely did anything come easily for these Tar Heels.
When UNC began the season, three of the team’s best players were competing with the U.S. under-20 national team. Another, one of the Heels’ best freshmen, was playing for New Zealand’s under-20 national team.
The Heels lost one of their best defensive players, Megan Brigman, to an injury in the first four minutes of the first game of the season. Ball missed nine games in the middle of the season because of an injury.
“What it did, really, was it hardened a deeper roster,” Dorrance said. “Because there’s a whole collection of kids that played early as starters but then became reserves when the starters first came back. … These subs weren’t real subs.
“They were actually starting-caliber players that were on the bench because we’re so deep. Maybe appropriately, it was our adversity that shaped us and then allowed us to make such a deep run into the NCAA tournament.”
Dorrance has experienced more success than any coach in the history of his sport, but he hasn’t remained committed to the status quo. Entering the season, he made changes. For one, he turned over the organization of practices to Cindy Parlow Cone, a volunteer assistant who spent 10 seasons on the U.S. national team.
Cone played at UNC from 1995 through 1998, and twice won national player of the year honors. Dorrance said giving Cone responsibility over practices provided an “excellent way to maybe extend my coaching life because of the new energy that she brought.”
Another change Dorrance made was to adopt some of the training philosophies and methods of Raymond Verheijen, a Dutch soccer coach whom Dorrance described as “brilliant.” The Tar Heels this season were a better-conditioned, fitter team, and that, Ball said, showed during that grueling run of overtime games.
Ball said it wasn’t coincidental that UNC was often at its best during overtime in the NCAA tournament.
“We’re just really fit this year and very deep,” she said. “So we typically had worn other teams out by then. But it’s still nerve-racking.”
‘Kids nobody recruited’
Ball was one of three walk-ons, along with defender Hannah Gardner and goalkeeper Adelaide Gay, who played significantly in the back. Never before, Dorrance said, had the Tar Heels played three walk-ons at the same time during a national championship season.
The walk-ons, whom Dorrance described as “kids nobody recruited,” combined with the likes of Kealia Ohai and Satara Murray to deliver the most unlikely of the Tar Heels’ 22 national championships. Ohai, who led UNC with nine goals, was named the NCAA tournament’s most outstanding offensive player, while Murray was named the tournament’s most outstanding defensive player.
Weeks ago, none of this might have seemed possible. The Tar Heels suffered a 1-0 defeat to Virginia in the ACC tournament, and they entered the NCAA tournament with a No. 2 seed that Dorrance thought was too high.
Yet even then, after losing the same number of games in one season that UNC lost between 1986 and 1998, the Tar Heels believed their best was yet to come. They still had to beat three No. 1 seeds, win two games in double overtime and another on penalty kicks.
The game has changed since the most dominant days of his dynasty, Dorrance said. It’s more difficult now than it was. Which is why he’ll remember this unlikely championship run as the most satisfying he has experienced.
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Maryland moves to Big Ten out of desperation, instead of deliberation

By Mike Wise
The Washington Post
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November 19, 2012


This is not a sappy plea to reconsider, to reminisce about Lefty and Gary and all the Tobacco Road memories their teams made. In 10 years, Maryland moving to the Big Ten may indeed be seen as the right thing, yielding a TV windfall that enabled the Terrapins to become a monster revenue football school instead of a casualty of the college realignment wars.
But consider, for a moment, that the university’s stunning announcement might also one day be viewed as nothing more than an impulsive cash grab, a move born of fear of pending irrelevance instead of the conviction and strength a university of Maryland’s stature should have.
The problem is, we don’t know.
There was no impact study, no open discussion. At the state’s largest public institution of higher learning, there was no genuine process of deliberation. Three educational careerists — University President Wallace Loh, Athletic Director Kevin Anderson and Chancellor William E. “Brit” Kirwan — went into a star chamber, played God and mocked self-governance.
“This is a real bad omen for college sports,” Tom McMillen said.
The former all-American off Lefty Driesell’s early 1970s Terrapins teams, who became a Rhodes Scholar and a three-time Democratic congressman, was apparently the lone voice of dissent among the Board of Regents on Monday, when the vote was held to move to the Big Ten.
McMillen didn’t oppose the move as much as the process, which he called “terrible.”
“When there is no time for deliberation, when commissioners flush with dollars from their conference are dictating to college presidents — when student-athletes and coaches aren’t even brought into the conversation and traditions are thrown away like dirty laundry — there is a recipe for something all right,” he said. “In my view, how this was handled will have long-term detrimental effects on college sports.
“I’m not saying we shouldn’t do this. I’m saying they wanted us two years ago. They will want us in two more years. To totally disregard the athletes and have this crammed down everyone’s throat over a weekend is just awful.
“This is the kind of thing that can be the tipping point for uncompensated athletes in money-making sports, who are left without any say and are basically becoming indentured servants to big schools.”
More insulting was the news conference announcing the decision, where Loh and Kirwan actually leaned hard on the reasoning that leaving the ACC would strengthen Maryland academically, because who wouldn’t want to be part of that Big Ten’s swell consortium of research schools?
Stop already. Maryland didn’t partner with Stanford, Harvard and M.I.T. on deficit-reduction education.
There was this unbecoming defiance from Loh and the others during the news conference. The university president spoke passionately about the pain of having to tell athletes in tennis and swimming and diving — three of the seven sports that Maryland cut for budgetary reasons last year — that the university no longer could fund their programs. The move to the Big Ten, he assured, would result in the restitution of those sports and their scholarships.
Well, kind of. As questions became more specific, Loh’s and Anderson’s responses became murkier. You wanted to save everyone time and just blurt out, “Guys, it’s really okay, tell them: This was about football and TV money, not the survival of competitive cheerleading.”
After Loh mentioned “self-sustaining” for about the eighth time, it wasn’t clear whether he was speaking of Maryland athletics or a near-extinct species of salmon. Detractors and nostalgic saps who longed for the days of Len Bias dunking on North Carolina at Cole Field House were told about a new paradigm shift in college athletics.
Again, it might work. But the process and the spin cycle afterward were insulting to anyone who ever attended an ACC basketball tournament or Duke-Maryland dust-up.
Like many regents, McMillen heard the rumors late Thursday and early Friday. The regents were essentially force-fed one question to mull over the next 72 hours: What sane soul wouldn’t sever a 59-year relationship with the ACC and its member schools if it meant another $9 million a year off the top and untold millions when the Big Ten TV deal is renegotiated?
“We had two days to swallow this and we only heard from one side,” McMillen said. “We didn’t have anyone from the ACC come in and tell us why we shouldn’t leave. We didn’t talk to the athletes or the coaches and hear their concerns on both ends.
“If you’re a freshman athlete, you should be allowed to move schools based on the fact that no one said you were going to be catching plane rides to Lincoln, Nebraska, and Iowa City, Iowa, when they recruited you. I feel for them. We’re doing this in a vacuum.
“Frankly, Gary Williams and some other employees of the athletic department got out there and sold this before anyone could even form another opinion. Nobody was on the opposition side.”
Either way, as the news conference wound down, it didn’t feel like Maryland was joining the most profitable of America’s power sports conferences; the more Loh and the suits spoke, it felt as if they had been a recipient of a Big Ten financial bailout, saved by the grace of Commissioner Jim Delany and those benevolent conference presidents in the Midwest.
“Maybe some people Fear the Turtle; we embrace the Turtle,” Delany cutely quipped.
Who wouldn’t embrace the turtle? Maryland, for all its baggage, its insecurities about being a second-class citizen to Duke and North Carolina, is still the lion of the Washington-Baltimore college jungle. Its proximity to the nation’s capital, one of the country’s top 10 broadcast markets, and its rich history make it a real catch for any conference — not just the Big Ten.
By jumping so fast, without real discussion, Maryland devalued itself. It looked desperate, needy, not wanting to be left home from the prom. And for anyone to make this about the student-athletes, well, that’s comical.
No, it’s about the financial coffers. “It’s about the money, that’s it,” McMillen said.
“And it’s going to come back to bite college sports. You can’t have these unelected commissioners with big dollars dictating to higher institutions. You just can’t.”

For previous columns by Mike Wise, visit washingtonpost.com/wise.
More on Maryland’s move to the Big Ten: U-Md. leaves the ACC to join Big Ten Maryland students react to pending move Maryland’s Board of Regents approve move Regents meeting location kept under wraps Bog: Local athletes react on Twitter Hamilton: Simply put, it’s a money grab Basketball coach Turgeon on the move Big Ten alumni welcome Maryland Big Ten alumni in the D.C. area by the numbers $50 million ACC exit fee in effect Feinstein: Maryland sees power in numbers Student government is for the move Boswell: Not the right move for Terps Coack K wants Terps to stay in ACC Impact on Maryland’s soccer program

Just Go Away, Gary

By Bill Simmons
Grantland
November 16, 2012


News broke last night that embattled NHL commissioner Gary Bettman suggested a two-week moratorium from lockout negotiations with the NHLPA. The reason? Things had just become too heated. I guess that's what happens when you cancel six weeks of games and Thanksgiving is looming — maybe there's a little more urgency, you say some things you regret, people take those things personally, and suddenly you're threatening each other in monotone Canadian accents. Why don't you go to hell, eh? But canceling another two weeks just so everyone can cool off? Who does this? And you wonder why hockey fans were regarding Bettman's lockout leadership the same way you'd act if you were watching a baby play with a chainsaw.
Oh God … wait, is that on … OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a guy who recently earned the following e-mail from a Minneapolis reader named Peter Gilbertson: "How does one impeach a sports commissioner? How can a commissioner on the verge of losing two NHL seasons in one decade, with four work stoppages during his tenure, continue to keep his job? He is a failure. For the fans, the players, and the game this needs to be done — Bettman should be impeached."
First of all, how much fun would it be to impeach Gary Bettman? Can't you see him sweating and stammering through the hearings as various politicians rehashed an endless list of mistakes over the years? "So you allowed John Spano to buy the Islanders without any money because … why?" That would be the best courtroom TV since the O.J. trial. But if we voted for sports commissioners (with fans, players and owners each splitting one-third of the overall vote) or put term limits on their tenures (10 years max), then we wouldn't have to ask questions like "How does one impeach a sports commissioner?"
Gary Bettman should have lost his job years and years ago. He kept it for the same reason David Stern plans to hang around for three decades, Bud Selig will still be running baseball when he's 80, and Roger Goodell will probably get a contract extension even after he handled the Saints debacle so badly that he had to bring back his old boss to fix the situation for him. (Yes, we covered these commissioners in this space last month.) But Bettman's supernatural ability to keep ruining hockey is almost unparalleled — after I joked recently for the umpteenth time about Bettman's former boss, David Stern, planting him in the NHL to ruin hockey, a few readers e-mailed me wondering if that could be legitimately true. What other explanation could there be? How could someone be this bad for this long?
The case against Bettman in one sentence: The NHL sacrificed an entire season so they could reimagine their entire salary structure … and only seven years later, that "reimagining" went so poorly that they might have to sacrifice a second season because they need a mulligan.
That's all you need to know. I didn't even need to bring up the league's botched television deals, overexpansion, poorly picked markets, belated acknowledgement of the concussion epidemic, or more incredibly, how they stupidly forgot to limit the length of contracts. This is a commissioner who fought like hell to create a hard cap, and after it finally got approved, was too dense to remember to include a rule that contracts couldn't last longer than five or six years (like what the NBA does). That led to team after team circumventing that cap by giving out guaranteed deals lasting as long as 15 YEARS. Really, didn't see that loophole getting exploited, Gary? Never came up as you were hashing things out?
Imagine your neighbor knocking down his house, then rebuilding it from scratch as his family lived in a hotel. You had to listen to the construction guys hammering, sawing and banging for a solid year. Finally the house goes up, the family moves back in … and seven years later, suddenly they're knocking the house down again. You ask the neighbor what happened and he says, "Yeah, sorry about that — we screwed up when we rebuilt the house, had too many flaws, we needed to do it over again."
Naturally, you say, "Why didn't you figure out all that stuff before you rebuilt the house the first time?"
He says, "Because I'm an idiot, that's why."
And then, there's an awkward silence before he walks away, as you don't know whether he's kidding or not.
That's Gary Bettman.
We should mention that, in a vacuum, he's correct about this particular lockout: The league's financial model (already a mess because we have too many NHL teams, which is 100 percent Bettman's fault, but whatever) can't be sustained with such meager television revenue. Hockey depends on its attendance and the unwavering devotion of its zealous fan base. From a television standpoint, the league will always be handicapped by its lack of marketable stars (the biggest reason it can't command anything close to the NBA's television deal), a glaring problem that I noticed during my first year owning Kings season tickets, when I realized that it didn't really matter who the Kings played from night to night. Sure, you always enjoy seeing the Malkins and Ovechkins, but it's a much different mind-set from, say, LeBron playing the Clippers. Anyone who went to Wednesday's Heat-Clippers game was thinking I'm going to see LeBron!, because they knew he was playing 90 percent of the game. In hockey, you don't say "I'm going to see Ovechkin!," because he might play one-third of the game if you're lucky (and might not make a single meaningful play).
It's the ultimate team sport, and really, that's the best thing about hockey — there's a guaranteed level of entertainment night after night after night that transcends star power. Everyone skates hard, everyone throws their bodies around, everyone plays well together, everyone gives a crap. It's a blue-collar game that happens to be tailor-made for the ADD generation. That's why kids love going to hockey games so much, and that's why my daughter is so bitter right now (fast-forward to the last minute of this podcast). Throw in what hockey means to Canada (where they love hockey like we love football, basketball and baseball combined), some of the NHL's American hotbeds (Boston, Chicago, Detroit, Philly, Los Angeles, etc.) and the underrated fact that hockey players are the least entitled professional athletes on the planet … and it's almost impossible to screw this up, right?
So how do we end up with a salary system that allows Minnesota to spend $196 million on Ryan Suter and Zach Parise? And that's not to pick on those guys — you could build a decent playoff team around them as long as your goalie didn't stink. Just know that nobody is saying the words, "Suter and Parise are coming to town tonight!" It's just not that kind of league. You go to hockey games to see quality teams, not quality players. There's a fixed level of entertainment. Suter and Parise shouldn't make that much money because hockey players shouldn't make that much money. It has nothing to do with them.
If you think of the cable television model, it makes more sense — channels like AMC, FX and Showtime realized that the quality of their shows matter a thousand times more than the "star power" of the actors on those shows. Yeah, AMC could have spent an extra $15 million per season on Keanu Reeves to play Rick in The Walking Dead, but why would they? People watch that show because they want to see people kill zombies. So they went the other way — cheaper actors, cheaper locations, more money on extras and special effects. Same for Showtime's hit Homeland, which features only one star (Claire Danes, who certainly isn't making Parise/Suter money) surrounded by well-casted actors, including a few good ones whom you'd recognize from other shows (including Mandy Patinkin, a fairly famous name in his own right) and certainly weren't expensive. You might recognize that same blueprint from Breaking Bad,Dexter, Californication, Shameless, Game of Thrones, Sons of Anarchy and about 10 other cable shows. And by the way, did you know ANYONE on Mad Men when that show launched other than Ashton Kutcher's old girlfriend with the weird first name?
On cable television, the showrunner and the writing matter more than anything else. In hockey, the sport and the fans matter more than anything else. It doesn't matter who Minnesota's third-best player is any more or less than it matters who plays Mike on Homeland. Fans are coming, regardless. So why overpay players, jack up ticket prices and price out those fans when you don't have to? Wasn't that what the last lockout was about? Wasn't the league supposed to be regaining control of its broken salary structure? How are we back here seven years later battling the exact same problem?
For that and that alone, Gary Bettman needs to step down. No, we can't impeach him. Yes, we can continue to excoriate him. He's the worst commissioner in sports history, and really, it's going to remain that way unless Roger Goodell extends the NFL's season to 20 games, adds Wednesday- and Friday-night football to the schedule, pays a hitman to murder Jonathan Vilma, and gets outed for having a heated affair with his biographer, Peter King … and even then, I'd probably still give the edge to Bettman.
If you want to talk about moratoriums, Gary, here's a better idea — step down and give us a lifetime moratorium. From you. On to the Week 12 Picks …
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Basketball expectations trail girls volleyball players

By J. Mike Blake
The News & Observer
http://www.newsobserver.com
November 9, 2012


Ashley Battle and Maddie Plumlee have much in common.
Both come from families rich in basketball tradition. Both are standout high school athletes in the Triangle. Battle and Plumlee are tall, can leap high while maintaining excellent mid-air body control and with enough hand-eye coordination to defend against opponents’ shots.
Basketball is in their blood.
But not in their hearts.
Though both have made plans to play in the ACC, their love is volleyball, not basketball.
Battle, the daughter of former N.C. State basketball standouts and the sister of a college player; and Plumlee, the daughter of two former college basketball players and sister of three current and former Duke men’s players, face a pressure common to tall, athletic female athletes in this basketball-crazed state. Either play hoops or explain why you don’t.
In the past two years, it wasn’t uncommon for Battle to see teacher Sean Crocker, the Middle Creek football coach at the time, make a pitch to her to play basketball when she would run into him in the halls of the school. Crocker would make an a imaginary jump shot, then quizzically look at her. She would laugh. Battle was used to the sentiment.
Early direction
Battle and Plumlee, whose high school volleyball seasons just ended, decided early in life that volleyball was their game and they have gotten support from their families.
Ashley Battle’s father, Alvin, played on the 1983 N.C. State NCAA championship team. Her mother, Debbie, then known as Debbie Shugart, played for N.C. State women’s basketball coach Kay Yow.
But Alvin Battle directed his daughter away from basketball.
He started her in tennis, hoping to avoid competition between her and older sister Amber, who now plays basketball at Richmond.
“I did want to play (basketball) because my sister was playing,” said Ashley Battle, who is committed to play at Virginia Tech next year. Later, Alvin tried to see if Ashley was interested in basketball. “By then I was like ‘No, I don’t want to – at all.’ ”
The Duke connection
Maddie Plumlee’s brothers are Marshall, Mason and Miles Plumlee. By the time Marshall Plumlee graduates from Duke, the Plumlee name will have been associated with area men’s basketball for nearly a decade. Her father, Perky Plumlee, played basketball for Tennessee Tech. Leslie Plumlee, her mother, played for Purdue.
Maddie Plumlee, a junior at St. Mary’s who is committed to play volleyball at Notre Dame, will not be part of that basketball legacy and seemed to be born with a dislike of basketball.
“Every time we’d go in the gym, I wouldn’t even want to learn a layup. I would never even touch a basketball,” Maddie said.
She still recalls playing in a youth league. She had played well, but, “I came out to the car and I started bawling and my dad was like ‘What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?’ and I was like ‘It’s just so rude. I don’t want to play anymore!’ I’ve always been kind of a non-contact person.”
But she wanted to play sports, so she took up volleyball. Maddie Plumlee is one of the top players in the state.
“It wasn’t more about fulfilling the family tradition,” Maddie Plumlee said. “My parents were happy for me and so were my brothers that I had found something I loved.”
Coaching pressure
For those players who try to play both volleyball and basketball, the expectations of coaches can make the dual-sport road a hard one. Athletes may have four coaches – a club and high school coach for each sport – each with separate demands to meet.
Sometimes, it’s too much and athletes feel forced to make an either-or decision.
That was the case for Kristen Harris, a former N.C. high school volleyball player of the year at Apex who is now a sophomore at Elon.
Harris wanted to play basketball and volleyball. She started for the basketball team as a freshman, but knew her college future was in volleyball.
Harris says her high school basketball coach told her after that first season that she had to pick one or the other.
“He made me choose between high school basketball and what I wanted to pursue, which was volleyball. So obviously I chose volleyball,” Harris said. “It’s just a good experience to play multiple sports throughout high school. I wanted to continue playing. I just wouldn’t have had the same experience after he had given me the ultimatum.”
Former Cary Academy player Haleigh McFarland said she was squeezed out of basketball by her AAU coach.
“I loved it for a while, I really had a passion for it. Then I got with a (AAU) coach and all he did was push me to gain weight and try to get me stronger. I was 15 at the time and couldn’t gain weight,” she said. “It got to the point that I didn’t enjoy it anymore. I felt the pressure to get a scholarship and play in college was more important to my coaches and everyone than to actually have fun ... I quit.”
After her sophomore year at Cary Academy, where she started in both sports, she told her parents and coaches she was quitting hoops. It was hard for them to understand at first, though her parents and friends came to recognize what a chore it had become.
“I started playing volleyball to just have fun. ... and I immediately loved it,” she said. “Even looking back it now it just blows my mind that they put that much pressure on young people.”
One of the Triangle’s best volleyball-basketball athletes was Wakefield’s Katie Slay, now a junior at volleyball powerhouse Penn State. She played four years of volleyball and two of basketball.
The 6-foot-6 athlete, who coaches 12-year-olds
in club volleyball, has seen the pressure being put on young girls.
“I just hope that children are given the opportunity to play both sports and decide more for themselves rather than (receive) pressure from an outside source,” Slay said. “I think that’s why I’m so happy with my decision. Of course I got guidance from my parents and other adult role models in my life, but I think ultimately the decision to play volleyball or basketball came from me, so I can live easily with that.”
Where basketball rules
Basketball owns the region. Volleyball is closely associated with the West Coast.
“I think that in North Carolina, basketball is such a big deal that being around the Tar Heels, N.C. State and Duke, that more people attended the basketball games,” Slay said. “There were people who cared about volleyball too. But more people knew about a big basketball game, and I think that just came with the area.”
But for some, the sport is volleyball and despite the looming presence of hoops, it’s going to stay that way.
“Life is not all about fulfilling a certain perspective people have on you,” Plumlee said. “It’s something that I loved and I’m not going to be ashamed of it. I’m proud that I play volleyball and I’m proud that I have my family behind me to support it. People may not agree, but...”
Plumlee didn’t finish her thought. She didn’t have to. Every time she plays the game she loves, she makes her point.
Blake: 919-460-2606

Lance Armstrong’s once sterling legacy is unraveling myth by myth, lie by lie

By Lisa Olson
The Sporting News
October 24, 2012


Lance Armstrong may have firmly cemented his place as the biggest conman in sports, but the myths surrounding him haven’t quite reached the tipping point. Let’s examine a handful.
MYTH: Armstrong always was preternaturally gifted—that’s what his supporters continue to scream as they strain to defend the indefensible—and had he not been weakened by cancer his cycling reign would hover way above legendary.
Lance Armstrong has been stripped of his seven Tour de France titles amid accusations of doping and bribery. (AP Photo)
But did performance-enhancing drugs beget his cancer?
In his early years he never was unique physically, standing 5-10 and broad through the shoulders, but he did possess a distinct drive that compelled him as a runner in grade school to compete against grown men in 10K races across Texas.
Later, when he turned to the bike, he’d embark on solo training excursions that extended to the Oklahoma border and back, and by his teens he had established his bona fides as a professional triathlete. Nobody doubts his training devotion or desire to be the best.
Armstrong’s pro cycling career began in 1992, and at some point he began taking PEDs —according to massive piles of testimony from his former teammates, some of whom had no ax to grind and spoke under the threat of perjury because they were tired of the big lie and wanted to see the sport cleansed—and at some point he became ill.
Only Armstrong and his doctors can say for sure if there is any correlation between his use of PEDs and his testicular cancer diagnosis in 1996, when he was just 25. Erythropoietin (EPO) and blood doping, the cyclists’ drugs of choice throughout the 1990s, not only were extremely difficult to detect, they also complemented steroid regimens riders used so they could withstand rigorous training.
Not always did the riders understand what was being put into their bodies.
Greg Strock, for instance, was another of America’s finest riders, just one year younger than Armstrong in the U.S. juniors program and on the fast track for the Olympic team. While training in France, he developed a bad cold and was given pills he was told were vitamins and injections that the U.S. coach and officials said were extracts of cortisone.
His symptoms rapidly disappeared, but soon he was felled by a catastrophic illness that caused swollen lymph nodes and fatigue so immense, he’d sleep for 18 hours a day. Doctors suspected AIDS, then lymphatic cancer until discovering he had a severe case of human parvovirus B19 infection made worse by a suppressed immune system.
Strock retired from the sport, entered medical school and began studying steroids, both anabolic and corticosteroids, such as cortisone. He learned that not only is there no such thing as an extract of cortisone, in large doses cortisone depresses the immune system. He never knew what was in those syringes, just that he had been injected with a lot of it by the staff of USA Cycling that included, according to court documents, Chris Carmichael, who went on to coach Armstrong.
Strock, now a physician in Indiana, successfully sued USA Cycling, as did Erich Kaiter, an American teammate who alleged he, too, was injected with banned drugs and consequently developed a severely compromised immune system. Carmichael settled out of court, with the results sealed.
Meanwhile, medical studies have shown that a high prevalence of human parvovirus B19 may play a role in tumor development and has an 85 percent correlation with testicular cancer. Some in the cycling world have equated what happened to Strock and Kaiter as athletic date rape, for it was a violation of their bodies by a gang that had nefarious motives.
And now we have the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency calling Armstrong’s empire “the most sophisticated, professionalized and successful doping program that sport has ever seen.”
If that charge doesn’t make the mind spin, think back to an October day in 1996 when Frankie Andreu and his fiancĂ© Betsy, at the time both great friends of Armstrong, congregated in an Indianapolis hospital room to support the cyclist after he had been diagnosed with testicular cancer.
Both have testified to overhearing Armstrong tell his doctors about his use of PEDs—testosterone, EPO and human growth hormone. In the affidavit she provided to USADA, Betsy describes warning Frankie she wouldn’t marry him if he used PEDs because, she said, that’s how Armstrong “got his cancer.”
By 1999, when Armstrong was on the verge of dominating the field in ways that seemed super human considering he had survived stage three cancer and brain tumors, Andreu’s promise to ride clean was no more. Pressed by Armstrong to take his role more seriously, Andreu testified he began using EPO in preparation for the Tour de France.
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MYTH: Armstrong was tested more than any athlete ever, upward of 500 times, and never once did the urine of a guy who won the Tour seven consecutive times come up positive.
And so go the parables, none of them quite true. The staggering sworn testimony of 26 people, including 11 of Armstrong’s former teammates, unveils the devious ways cyclists could deliberately evade drug testers via a complicated warning system.
From the more than 1,000 pages of evidence released by the USADA to explain how Armstrong’s teams used and trafficked drugs to dominate the Tour from 1999-2005 and why he was stripped of his seven titles, we learn of the riders using undetectable blood transfusions to clear traces of the drugs that induced outrageous oxygen-carrying capacity. Team doctors aided in disguising EPO and other illegal supplements so they didn’t trigger positives. One doctor, now banned for life from cycling, wrote Armstrong a backdated prescription to cover up a positive test.
In truth, Armstrong was tested roughly 60 times, far less than the fictitious number he claims. He was described in the report as dropping out of a race after being alerted that drug testers were on the premises. Johan Bruyneel, the director of U.S. Postal, was described as tipping riders off in advance of surprise controls, allowing dopers to hide from testers.
A telling section alleges that Bruyneel would “introduce young men to performance enhancing drugs, becoming adept at leading them down the path from newly minted professional riders to veteran drug user.” Pushers on urban street corners could learn a lot from such a conspiracy.
Back in 2005, L’Equip reported that several of Armstrong’s samples from 1999 were found to have EPO in them. Americans rolled their eyes at what they were sure was a witch hunt by those nasty French. It was easier to cling to the romantic idea that a Yank from Texas had fairly beaten the whiny Europeans at their own sport.
But in this astoundingly damning opus, a mountain of evidence explains how Armstrong and his supporters engaged in bribes and payoffs to coerce riders to get with the program and keep mum if they wanted to remain on his winning team.
The gravest proof comes from George Hincapie, Armstrong’s longtime pal who had never before tested positive for drugs but nonetheless threw himself on the guillotine and admitted he doped along with Armstrong. Hincapie, who rode with Armstrong in all seven of his Tour victories, said Armstrong pleaded with him to stay in Europe so he might avoid testifying.
With all that scientific evidence and sworn testimony, it’s stunning that blind hero worship of Armstrong still exists.
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MYTH: Even if Armstrong doped, the yeoman work he’s done to raise millions for cancer research outshines all his faults.
Livestrong, the foundation Armstrong founded in 1997 shortly after announcing he was cancer-free, tends to be the fallback cry for those who continue to defend their fallen hero. Peruse most any article about him and it will likely be followed with a comment from a reader extolling how much money Armstrong has contributed toward the goal of eradicating cancer.
In another truth, Livestrong has evolved from a research nonprofit into more of a marketing agency. Besides raising money for “cancer awareness,” it does a fantastic job of pumping up the awesomeness that is Lance.
This is from a lengthy investigative article in Outside magazine back in January: “Most people—including nearly everybody I surveyed while reporting this story—assume that Livestrong funnels large amounts of money into cancer research. Nope. The foundation gave out a total of $20 million in research grants between 1998 and 2005, the year it began phasing out its support of hard science. A note on the foundation’s website informs visitors that, as of 2010, it no longer even accepts research proposals.”
Bill Gifford, the author, also writes: “On the program side, I learned that Livestrong provides an innovative and expanding suite of direct services to help cancer survivors negotiate our Kafkaesque health care system. Beyond that, though, I found a curiously fuzzy mix of cancer-war goals like ‘survivorship’ and ‘global awareness,’ labels that seem to entail plastering the yellow Livestrong logo on everything from T-shirts to medical conferences to soccer stadiums. Much of the foundation’s work ends up buffing the image of one Lance Edward Armstrong, which seems fair—after all, Livestrong wouldn’t exist without him. But Livestrong spends massively on advertising, PR, and ‘branding,’ all of which helps preserve Armstrong’s marketability at a time when he’s under fire. Meanwhile, Armstrong has used the goodwill of his foundation to cut business deals that have enriched him personally, an ethically questionable move.”
It’s fair to wonder how large an empire Livestrong would be if Armstrong hadn’t cheated and won all those Tours—albeit against a field of dopers, none benefiting from a program as sophisticated as Lance’s—and thus earned extraordinary wealth and blind adulation. Would he even be in the position to lead the cancer brigades with their yellow wrist shields? Armstrong urged millions to believe that, as he liked to say, “just because a doctor gave a death sentence doesn’t mean you have to die”—and that message doesn't have to change even if the emperor has been uncloaked.
The tipping point teeters and sways by the day. Corporate sponsors such as Nike and Radio Shack continue to jump from Armstrong's ship. He’s fired himself as chairman of his charity, possibly his wisest move yet. Livestrong happily accepted his resignation.
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MYTH: At his core Armstrong is a good, decent man, the child of a single mother who clawed his way up from humble means to become the next Greg LeMond.
Go ahead and read an expose in Sunday’s New York Daily News that illustrates with withering anecdotes the methods Armstrong and his posse of high-priced lawyers, sponsors and sycophants used to destroy people in and out of the peloton who dared tell the truth.
And then try to argue he’s not a sociopath in spandex.
He fortified his empire through deception and fear, using his superstardom to intimidate and coerce with tactics culled from the mafia. Those who didn’t abide by the omerta were threatened with financial ruin. Does a good man menace the families of other riders? Does a decent person crush professional reputations by spreading false lies for his own narcissistic gain?
Before the swoosh was ripped from Armstrong, the Daily News questioned whether he and Nike had engaged in a cover-up, reporting that Kathy LeMond, wife of Greg, testified that Nike executives slipped cycling officials $500,000 to make one of Armstrong’s positive drug tests disappear. It’s a claim Nike denies.
In accepting the sanctions that stripped Armstrong of all race results since August 1998, Pat McQuaid, president of the Union Cycliste Internationale, said Monday that Armstrong “deserves to be forgotten in cycling.” This was a bit rich considering the UCI had previously backed Armstrong’s legal fight to deny USADA jurisdiction over his fate.
For decades the UCI ignored the widespread doping and propped up the super human, though now they’d rather pretend he doesn’t exist. The truth is, sports will always have its frauds, its myth builders and shiners.
But Armstrong towered over all, for he allowed the construction of his myth to depict him as a saint while trying to annihilate everyone who knew otherwise. It was quite the con, and we still don’t know the half of it.

NHL lockout: Players pay now for NHLPA coup



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Donald Fehr's ascension to the top job in the NHL Players' Association left key questions unanswered.
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By Damien Cox
Sports Columnist
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You could argue, and some would, that the genesis of the current impasse between the NHL and the NHL Players’ Association lies in the deals signed by the NBA and NFL over the past year.
Once those leagues arrived at approximately a 50-50 split of league revenues, well, you knew the NHL would be bound and determined to get the same thing.
But there’s a more telling moment, and event, to reach back to when you really want to focus on why we are where we are in this hockey mess.
Try Aug. 31, 2009.
That was the day, or in the early hours of that day before dawn, that Paul Kelly, then executive director of the NHLPA, was given the shiv after less than two years on the job.
Why? Well, it was a coup orchestrated behind the scenes by union lawyer Ian Penny and ex-ombudsman Eric Lindros, and carried out in public by players like Andrew Ference, Matt Stajan and others.
Driving the coup, along with personal rivalries, was the suggestion that Kelly, despite his impressive record as a U.S. attorney, wasn’t tough enough and wasn’t experienced enough as a negotiator to take on the NHL and Gary Bettman.
What he had done was establish a cordial working relationship with Bettman. He’d even been invited to speak to the owners at a meeting in Pebble Beach, and that didn’t sit right with some.
Ultimately, a report was done on this shameful episode in NHLPA history, a report that has never seen the light of day or been made public.
Kelly’s dismissal set in motion a series of events.
First, former baseball union head Don Fehr, who was on the phone with members of the coup later in the same day that Kelly was fired, became a consultant for the NHLPA. He’d been denied a spot on the advisory committee on Kelly’s recommendation several months earlier.
Fehr advised the union on how it needed to build a new infrastructure and then in December 2010, 16 months after Kelly had been fired, took over as executive director.
From that point until last month, a period of 20 months, Fehr declined to engage in any serious collective bargaining, and for much of the time he rejected NHL overtures, saying he was still learning the business.
On Thursday, he walked into a significant meeting with several NHL owners 90 minutes late, plopped down two single sheets of paper, each with a different skeleton proposal to the owners that didn’t include any ideas on systemic issues, then verbally delivered a third proposal with no accompanying paperwork. For all three proposals, he acknowledged to the owners he hadn’t actually “run the numbers.”
This from the leader of a union in a $3 billion business.
Fehr, despite being asked, has never revealed what was in the Kelly Report or what his involvement was in the sacking of his predecessor.
The intriguing question, more than three years after Kelly’s dismissal, is whether this entire episode in NHL-NHLPA bargaining would have unfolded differently had Kelly remained as executive director.
Retired journalist Russ Conway, who was honoured by the Hockey Hall of Fame in 1999, largely for his investigative work into union mismanagement under Alan Eagleson that ultimately landed the former NHLPA boss in jail, said at a minimum Kelly would have started negotiating with the NHL much earlier.
“Perhaps as early as July 2011,” said Conway, regarded as an expert on NHL-NHLPA relations. “They had a relationship building. The knock on him was that he was too soft, but he was a masterful negotiator. You don’t do all those plea agreements and fight all those cases for the Justice department without being a good negotiator.”
With Fehr in charge, Conway sees similarities with the dynamics of the union during the Eagleson years.
“For years, the players wouldn’t ask Eagleson the tough questions,” he said. “Tell me, is Sidney Crosby asking Fehr tough questions?”
At the time of his dismissal, Kelly was fully informed on all union issues, had a working relationship with key league personnel and had already spearheaded mid-term modifications to an international rights agreement for the NHL and NHLPA. His right-hand man was former NHL goalie Glenn Healy.
Fehr took months to get up to speed, and then engaged his brother Steve as outside counsel to help in the negotiations. Neither Fehr brother had any experience in hockey.
The delays that accompanied Don Fehr’s acclimatization to the job helped push the current negotiations into this fall.
Maybe Kelly, had he stayed, would have run into a stone wall and been frustrated by yet another round of heavy concessions demanded by the NHL. But more would have been done long before the Sept. 15 deadline, long before players started missing paycheques.
The players deserved better. Dumping Kelly just put them way behind. Now, they’re paying the price.