Down Goes Brown Grab Bag: Hockey Nepotism, More Kings, and Concourse Passes

Why do so many teams hire former stars as executives? Why are the Oilers selling $80 tickets to stand on the concourse? Learn all about it in this week's Grab Bag.

by Sean McIndoe
Apr 14 2017, 5:18pm

Jayne Kamin-Oncea-USA TODAY Sports

(Editor's note: Welcome to Sean McIndoe's weekly grab bag, where he writes on a variety of NHL topics. You can follow him on Twitter. Check out the Biscuits podcast with Sean and Dave Lozo as they discuss the events of the week.)

Three stars of comedy

The third star: Oiler fans. Yeah, it's fair to say they've been through a lot to get here.

Oh well, at least they're finally back in the playoffs. So how'd the first game go? [Sees Wayne Gretzky's face.] Yeah, that sounds about right.

The second star: The Arizona Coyotes. The NBA's Timberwolves unveiled a new logo this week. It looked a little bit familiar. The Coyotes noticed.

Timberwolves vs. Coyotes might be the saddest pro sports beef ever. You just know the Jaguars and Brewers want in on this.

The first star: Phil Kessel. Last week, we brought you Phil's return to Twitter, as he got in a dig on teammate Evgeni Malkin. This week, as Kris Letang reminded us, hockey players are all about payback.

The "strength and conditioning center" is a nice touch. But then Malkin had to go and escalate it.

New entries for the hockey dictionary

Starpotism (noun): The ever-present version of hockey nepotism in which NHL teams with front office openings conduct extensive searches for the best possible candidates for the job, only to inevitably end up hiring a former star player from the team's glory years.

Man, this happens a lot.

This week, it was the L.A. Kings, who swept out GM Dean Lombardi and announced Rob Blake as his replacement, while the new team president will be Luc Robitaille. Those two join a long list of former stars in key front office positions that includes Joe Sakic in Colorado, Ron Francis in Carolina, Trevor Linden in Vancouver, Cam Neely in Boston, and Ron Hextall in Philadelphia. That's not even counting ex-players who weren't stars, like Garth Snow, Marc Bergevin, or Don Sweeney. And it also leaves out the long-time kings of this move, the Edmonton Oilers; these days, they at least have guys like Wayne Gretzky and Kevin Lowe working more on the business side.

And that's just the front office. We're not even getting into the history of former players who've been hired to coach the teams they starred with, like Patrick Roy, Denis Savard, John MacLean, Adam Oates, Dale Hunter, Scott Stevens ... well, you get the picture. That's an awful lot of teams that have presumably searched high and low for the very best candidates for key jobs, and then ended up settling on a former star.

Does it work? Well, the track record isn't great. The Avalanche turned things over to Sakic and Roy (who was both coach and vice-president) a few years ago, and they just finished one of the worst seasons ever. The Oilers were a train wreck under Lowe's watch. The Canucks are headed that way under Linden. The Hurricanes and the Flyers both missed the playoffs, and the Bruins just made it back after a few years on the sidelines.

To be clear, it's not like all of these guys just wandered in off the golf course and were handed a cushy front office job. Blake and Robitaille have been apprenticing in other front office roles for a few years now, and Hextall did a stint as an assistant GM in L.A. before heading back to Philadelphia. And sure, there may be something to be said for knowing the ins and outs of a specific market because you played there for a decade or two.

But it's hard not to wonder if some NHL owners may be getting all starry-eyed instead of just going out and getting the best possible candidate. More cynically, you might wonder if this isn't just all a big exercise in PR. After all, fans might be more willing to keep shelling out their cash to watch a losing team that's been put together by a guy whose jersey is hanging in the rafters or the closet of their childhood bedroom.

Sometimes it works. Doug Wilson has had a pretty good run in San Jose, where he played two seasons after starring in Chicago. Bobby Clarke did well in Philadelphia, and Phil Esposito at least kept things interesting in New York. But it's telling that arguably the two most successful former stars in an NHL front office these days are Steve Yzerman and Brendan Shanahan, neither of whom was hired by the franchises they made their name with. That's the thing about actually being the best candidate for a job—you tend to get offers from more than just your former team.

Maybe it all works out in Los Angeles. Blake and Robitaille will have their work cut out for them, but they deserve a chance to show what they can do. But the track record of starpotism isn't good, and it's fair for NHL fans who see their favorite team engaging in it to wonder if their team is really serious about building the best organization possible.

Obscure former player of the week

We're going to take a page from the Kings' book and go with somebody mainly because they once played in L.A. This week's obscure player is goalie Rick Knickle.

Knickle never benefited from starpotism, mainly because he was never much of a star. In fact, he barely played in the NHL at all, managin only14 games in the big leagues. But his was one of my favorite NHL careers ever.

Knickle was a smallish goaltender from New Brunswick who played his junior years in the WHL, where he was an all-star. He was drafted by the Sabres in the sixth round of the 1979 entry draft, and eventually made his NHL debut with the Kings in 1993.

I'm going to pause here, because you're assuming there was a typo with the dates in that last sentence. There was not.

Rick Knickle made his NHL debut 14 years after he was drafted. After finishing up his junior career in 1980, Knickle bounced around the AHL and mostly the IHL for well over a decade. He briefly got a contract from the Canadiens in 1985, but it turned out they already had a pretty good rookie goalie that year. So Knickle just toiled away in the minors, ultimately playing for 11 different IHL teams.

He finally got his shot at the NHL in February 1993, when the Kings needed goaltending depth after Kelly Hrudey got hurt. He made his debut on February 18 in Chicago, and gave up seven goals. But he won six of his next nine, and earned a few more games in 1993-94. In all, he'd end up playing 14 career games—one for every year he had to wait for the NHL to come calling.

Other than his cool patience-pays-off story, all I really remember about Knickle is that he pronounced the "K" in his last name—he was Rick Kuhnikkel. I always thought that was cool.

The only hockey highlight I can find of him on YouTube is an ad for an IHL game, which seems somehow fitting.

Outrage of the week

The issue: The Edmonton Oilers are celebrating their return to the postseason by selling a new "concourse pass." which grants fans the right to enter the arena and wander around but not to actually, you know, watch the game.

The outrage: This is the greediest, most ridiculous thing a pro sports team has ever done.

Is it justified: No. I mean, the greed part is bang on, but honestly, I can't even be mad about this, for two reasons.

For one, I'm just a few weeks removed from shouting down complaints about high ticket prices with an argument for the power of the free market, so I should be consistent. If the Oilers can get people to pay $80—that's right, they're charging $80 to hang out in the concourse—then good for them. If somebody's willing to pay to crane their neck at a TV mounted in a hallway, then I guess that's their right.

But more importantly, there comes a point where you have to just tip your cap to these teams. I mean, almost all of them are awful. They hold cities hostage for stadiums and arenas, constantly demand bigger and better handouts, and threaten to move whenever they don't get their way. The individual people who work for them are often great, but collectively, pro sports franchises are the worst.

And so you have to give some credit to any team that can come up with a brand new way to gouge their fanbase. I mean, this Oilers thing is borderline brilliant. They say the new plan "will allow fans to be part of the playoff atmosphere," which is a fancy way of saying that they're charging you to stand outside and listen to other people enjoy the game.

I'm sorry, but that's genius. This is something a comic book supervillain would come up with. I love it.

Granted, it's easy for me to be on board, since I haven't already paid hundreds of dollars for a real ticket to the game, only to have to spend all night stuck in line in the more crowded concourse. I have some sympathy for those Oiler fans, but they've waited 11 years for a playoff game in Edmonton, and I'm guessing nobody is staying home just because a few suckers will be clogging up the beer lane.

So stick with the plan, Edmonton Oilers. In fact, I encourage you to take this further. See if you can get somebody to pay for a discounted parking pass where they're not allowed to get out of their car. Charge some poor sap $5 to stand over the grill and smell the Bobby Nicks Burgers. Sell tickets for children in a special section where your terrifying mascot only mauls toddlers, but doesn't actually eat them.

You've come this far, Oilers. Might as well go all the way and embrace the crazy. I've got your back.

Classic YouTube clip breakdown

The playoffs are here, and you know what that means. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and remove your caps, as we listen to the official national anthem of the NHL postseason.

  • This is, of course, "The Chance May Never Come Again," although it's also sometimes known by its alternate title, "The Greatest Damn Song Ever Recorded."
  • The backstory: For a period of a few years starting in the late 90s, Hockey Night in Canada used this song in just about all of their playoff montages. Seriously, they made a new one every few days. I don't think they had any other music. Did we mind? No, we did not, because this song makes you want to run out into the street and start flipping cars over.
  • In this case, we're watching HNIC's montage from the second round of the 2000 playoffs, but honestly, all the versions were pretty much the same. Let's check off some of the mandatory shots as we go.
  • Happy children, check. Star players staring off into space, check. Somebody sweating a little too much, check. Somebody who's writhing in pain, check. Yep, I think we got them all.
  • We also get Steve Yzerman performing the Bad-Ass Stare. This is a key part of every good hockey montage. You need at least one player who's hunched over before a face-off and looking like he's about to murder everyone on the ice. Yzerman pulls it off reasonably well, although he can't match the all-time king, Gary Roberts. Seriously, there were small children who were Sens fans in 2004 and are still in therapy after Roberts looked into their souls at the 0:30 mark of this video.
  • The actual history of this song is a little tough to pin down. There doesn't seem to be any record of it anywhere outside of HNIC, so I'm going to assume it was written specifically for the show. It shows up as early as 1995 (with slightly different lyrics, which is weird), but the CBC didn't really lock into it until around 1998, at which point is was everywhere.
  • The actual in-game highlights can't kick in until we hit the "Give it all you got" transition, at which point we get a few, including this great Stumpy Thomas overtime goal. The highlights are what make most montages, but "The Chance Will Never Come Again" was always more about the closeups. I'm not sure how that worked, but it did. Normally showing an extended closeup of Mike Ricci qualified as misdemeanor assault, but with this music it works.
  • Next comes the absolute best part of every one of these videos: The "Though the flame burns bright, in an instant it's gone" lyric. This is where the CBC would always hit you right in the feels. It would either be some horrible play that destroyed a team's season, or a shot of an aging veteran who never got his name on the Cup. You knew it was coming, you'd try to prepare, but they'd always get you. In this clip, they go with Owen Nolan's mid-ice slapper on Roman Turek. RIP, Blues fans.
  • That's followed by a quick shot of Tie Domi kissing Wendel Clark, at which point every Maple Leaf fan immediately became pregnant. Yes, even the guys. Don't worry, the baby immediately punched its way out of the womb.
  • Nobody on the internet seems to know who actually performed this song. If you do, please let me know. (If it was you, please let me buy you a beer.) My theory is that everyone agreed that the artists' identities were kept hidden to prevent them winning every Juno, Grammy, Pulitzer, and Nobel for the rest of time.
  • Also, in 2001 the CBC dropped a new version on us that sounded like it had been recorded by Roxette, at which point Canadians burned down their headquarters. Let's never speak of this again.
  • We close with more closeups and then a quick round of hockey hugs. You can't tell because you're crying by now. It's cool, we all are.
  • Even better, while the CBC stopped using the song around 2001 or 2002, modern-day fans have carried on the tradition by making montages for their own teams. Here's one for the Bruins. Here's the Canucks. Even the 2013 Oilers somehow got one.

That's it for this week's clip. Now go out there and stand among the giants. And whatever happens over the next few weeks, may your team not be the one that has the "In an instant it's gone" moment.

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