Carcillo = Dumb

Daniel Carcillo…dumb, dumb, dumb Carcillo. I was a fan of this guy when he played for Phoenix, but now I understand why they traded him away to Philladelpia. He would take stupid penalties when the game was on the line for the Coyotes, and still does so, as evidenced by his sucker punch of the Washington Capitals winger Matt Bradley. Not only did he get a boatload of penalties, he got a four-game suspension too. This video nicely sums it up:

Granted, the announcers are for the Capitals, so they are biased against Carcillo, saying that the right call was made: 2 minutes for cross-checking, 2 minutes for instigating, 5 minutes for fighting, a 10 minute misconduct and a game misconduct.

But it is even worse listening to the Philadelphia announcers, who are surprised that Matt Bradley didn’t even get a penalty.

“Matt Bradley did drop his gloves to fight, and Carcillo was quicker to get that punch in,” says Flyers color commentator Steve Coates. Nice way to spin it, Steve. You and Flyers play-by-play guy Jim Jackson would have a great career at Fox News if you ever tire of hockey.

Bradley dropped his gloves after Carcillo dropped his own left glove to grab Bradley by the collar. By the time Bradley is dropping his own gloves, Carcillo is already throwing a punch. Don’t believe it? Take a look at this screen shot:

Now, Mr. Coates, does Bradley look ready to fight? Was Carcillo really that much quicker to get his punch in–and therefore the better fighter–or was it a sucker-punch?

And what would be said if he tried to do something like this to George Parros or Derek Boogard? Real enforcers want it to be a fair fight. This was neither fair nor a fight.

If Carcillo does not want to get bodychecked, he can join a no-check men’s recreational league. But if he wants to be among the best tough guys, he has to learn the difference between an enforcer and a goon.

When hype meets frostbite

Living in Chicago and being a Blackhawks fan, you would think that I would be dying to go to this season’s NHL Winter Classic on New Year’s Day.

To tell the truth, I did want to go to this game really bad. As my sister asked me, “How many times can you say you’ve seen a hockey game at Wrigley Field?” That raised a good point. Continue reading “When hype meets frostbite”