Ilves Round-Up

Thursday the Thirteen, hockey masks will be put on, no chainsaws allowed, but the puck will drop on another SM-Liiga season. We will be attending at Hakametsä (providing there is still tickets left, tickets that were supposed to be purchased last week by a collaborator that will rename nameless and that blamed poor old booze for his own shortcomings, when will they learn…) the first duel between this fine city’s rival units.

I have witnessed only 2 games of the team they dub the Montreal Canadiens of Finland, and I can see the similarities. Capable of the best and most often the worse, terribly inconsistent and frustrating for their fans that have known the glory heights of being crowned champions and that are left to wonder if they will see this glory revive during their lifetime, taste the bubbly wine and wander the street high-fiving total strangers.

The first match up Ilves was implicated in that I got to attend was a humiliating defeat. It was a Tappara home game and it showed. We were sitting under the giant orange and blue flag, which covered up nicely our illegal Jim Beam intake from the breast pocket flasks. I had made plans to cheer for Ilves, strangely, for an allegiance to Vesa Toskala's former colours, I guess, and was a bit worried what would happen of our asses if the wind had turned the black and green way. But Tappara showed the dominance that made them the top home team in the league last year and when Mikko Kuukka finally scored a goal to make it 3 to 1, it was already clear anyway in which way the breeze was flowing and the surrounding crowd was simply mildly amused at the lost foreigner standing up to cheer in the C3 section (or was it D1?)

I say humiliating defeat, but that crew seemed like they had been down this road before. Exuberant comportment is surely not a Finnish staple but one could tell when a team is used to defeat, when frustration is just another one of those daily annoyances you don’t have a control over, like the price of gas, runny noses and recurring herpes symptoms. There is no use getting mad no more, you just bear with it, bite the lower lip while you piss, maybe but the swearing ain’t gonna affect nothing.

While my Italian friend, who was popping his Ice Hockey cherry by attending his first game, was wondering why when someone gets a tap on the elbow, he doesn’t fall on the ice all teary eyed, looking at the ref for a yellow card while holding his knee, I couldn’t notice much brilliance on Ilves’ side. I had previously even seen brilliance in a SaiPa/Pelicans game, so it goes to show diamonds do lie, buried in manure. Tuukka Rask, which is touted as one of those Next Big Things, on a par with Carey Price now, Kari Lehtonen a couple years back or sliced bread a while ago, didn’t seem to mind the red light, like he knew this was the inevitable outcome of most nights he still has to hold fort with a jersey bearing the ugliest sports logo since the Fort Wayne Zollner Pistons moved up to Motor City in 1957 and got themselves a potent graphic designer that could achieve the feat of drawing a proper basketball.

Rask will be at training camp this week in Boston, looking up at Emmanuel Fernandez and former HIFK All-Star Tim Thomas Jr., and figuring a plan to go Tonya Harding on one’s knees or else facing the prospect of a year in Rhode Island, at the confluent of the Moshassuck and Woonasquatucket Rivers, names one can only copy/paste if he wants to avoid misspells. Not the worse place to be, mind you, Houston has got an AHL team too, but I guess necessary shoulder stripes earning is needed there, a little hair on the chin wouldn't hurt either.

The second game I saw was a totally different story. It was indiscipline from Jokerit that won Ilves the game, but it was a nice story of the underdog flogging the overestimated. Jokerit does have the New York Yankees/L.A. Lakers/New York Rangers/Real Madrid aura to them. Hated by everyone everywhere, except by the V.I.P. suits at Hartwall Areena and the kids on the payroll. I had my own personal reason to despise the Hel Squad. They had just added to their lineup, on what turned out to be a failed tryout, former Hab left wing shame, Pierre "Cement Feet" Dagenais. We have a glorious tradition in Montreal to profoundly hate those who were once of our flock and that failed us miserably. Our resentment toward them will go great lengths.

But for me Pierre Dagenais is an even more special case of a thick head, the guy gets a one year contract with Montréal. Minimum NHL salary is not too shaby, 450 000 US dollars per year then, but still, if you get this sum guaranteed for 1 year and you are fairly conscious that your talent is limited to career ECHLer potential that is lucky to get along with the team's second center who is in the process of being booed out of town, what do you do with the good financial fortunes that fell upon you this year? Invest in high interest long-term stocks and bonds? Buy a Taco Bell franchise? Stash under your mattress for post-concussion days? You never know nurses willing to feed you with a straw and change the diaper of a 29 year old man don't come cheap. But Pierre did not go that route, no, he took the high way, blew the bulk of the money on a cardboard mansion is the far suburb of Blainville, on a Ferrari and on a Hummer, the ride that eclipsed the Corvette of old as the emblem for minuscule genitalia compensation. Of course, there is a resale value to these things and both his motor vehicules are probably not seeing a lot of mileage in the Québec winter since he now spends his season being out skated in the highly competitive Austrian Erste Bank Eishockey Liga, but yeah there you have it, another airhead that blew it all away and make us French Canadians look like shortsighted dimwits.

So short story long, I have good pictures of that game. I'll post them here one day. Ilves took it 7-2 and never looked back. They got thrown out of the playoffs by the same Jokerit bunch (without Dagenais), in 4 straight whipping but I wasn't around to witness. Although here in this contest, the flashes of brilliance I saw emanating from the local side were again not from the tender of the goals, which did not see much action, but rather from the power play point men, Radek Duda and Kristian Kudroc. Solid team at the back, reminiscent of my most hated duo of McCabe/Kaberle with the Leafs, efficiency from both sides, precise and dangerous shots. Problem is: Duda is now on his way home to Slavia Prague after a short stint with Amur Tigers Khabarovsk where apparently they cut his hair. 6 foot 6 Kudroc, which if you pronounce his name in French means something "hit by a stone", a name that made him a crowd favourite back when he played junior with Patrick Roy's Québec City Ramparts, has crossed the bay to Södertalje where he will soon be joined by Quinn Hancock.

If you add to this that last year's Golden Helmet Home Boy Lingren has flown to Texas to skate with the Finns back there a while and then probably be shipped to the Mormon State Grizzlies for a year because he's stuck in the line behind Mike Ribeiro, of all men, there is not much left of what barely made Ilves a playoff team last year.

Like I previously said, my mind isn't made up but Ilves' chances at renewed glory don't appear to be so obvious this year. I'll say more on the Tappara crew in the next column, but I guess it's time to post this since I lost the interest of most readers 7 paragraphs ago...

QuebeCanada Checking In

Howdy Folks,

As announced by the Master of this Domain, I'll be contributing to this column as often as I can, hopefully it will help to spark my hockey fix closer to home. I have been living in Finland for a few years now (first time here in 2002, permanent resident since 2004, Tamperelainen for now a year and a half, to be a precise bore) and, I have to say, my needs of hockey news (which are at crystal meth addict level comes training camp) have mainly been filled by the good people at www.tsn.ca/nhl, cyberpresse.ca and other ouèbe sites covering the Big League. But the aim that Egan set for this column is to cover local rinks action and cover them we shall.

Of course I will stray, of course I will digress, of course there is moments where you will find that 2 third of my post will be dedicated to Carey Price, hillbilly songs of the 40s or the reasons why you cannot find Kozel Dark anywhere in a mile radius around the Pancho Villa restaurant on Satakunankatu, but that's the name of the game, I guess.

To refute an outright lie proffered by Señor Richardson, I am unfortunately not FROM Montréal. I have lived there for a while and can support the argument of it being the best city to live in the world (I might be wrong, but the argument is worth fighting for). I am rather from a smaller city 100 km from Quebec City in the fine Province de Québec. This being said, I have never been a Nordiques fan (by the way, if the North Stars moved South and became the Stars, why by moving South to Colorado, the Nordiques didn't become the D...), my father sprung out of the Montreal borough of Hochelaga-Maisonneuve to come and live in our small town. He was raised to bleed Bleu, Blanc, Rouge and passed on the torch/tradition/affliction, so my allegiance will always be with the Montreal Canadiens and with our Turkulainen Captain, for better or for now going on 15 years of worse. So you will hear about Les Glorieux a fair bit, sorry about that.

But we would like to concentrate on the local boys for the matter at hand. And we will. The Almighty Language Barrier of Finland (which I believe you can see from space) has kept me from paying very close attention to my new home's teams (ain't that a beauty to be able to say that in plural). I have been to 2 games only at Hakametsä during the past season, but both provided a decent level of entertainment that will draw me back on a more regular basis this season.

I will pay a closer look at the lineups of both teams - and the league's in general - before the puck drops on a new SM-Liiga season, before long anyway and will post back, when the knowledge has sunk in. But from what I know, Ilves losing Rask, Duda and Kudroc, it's gotta hurt (and keeping Anttila, might I add). Meanwhile Tappara gets André Benoit! Might not be of any stellar proportions, but that brings the count of French-Canadians in the the fair city of Tampere to a near record of 4! André (see, we are already on first names basis!) played last year for the Hamilton Bulldogs, the Canadiens' farm team, and was a bit less than a year ago at training camp with Montreal, he has come a long way since and I am looking forward to see what he can bring to this hockey club.

I believe you should be neutral to be a journalist. I believe also that following sports without taking sides sucks the fun out of the whole exercise. I am not paid to do this, therefore, I will not pretend to be a journalist, and second therefore (or should it be furthermore?), do not hold it against me if I start taking sides after a while, it's ingrained in the reflexes, human nature and that sort of bull-, you know.

Cheers! and Glad to be On Board!