Monthly Archives: March 2014

Be Okay, Raptor Jesus

I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t been said already about Rich Peverley collapsing last night. I’ve watched hockey for my entire life, and this is by far the most afraid I’ve ever been for a player’s health. I’m not going to show videos or pictures or tweets about Pevs collapsing and how it affected the teams and crowd; no one needs to see that again. We’ve probably all seen enough of it today.

I’m personally thankful that I wasn’t watching the game as it happened. I had night class and decided to briefly check Twitter to see the score. When I saw that Pevs had collapsed, I freaked out. At that point, no one was reporting if he was ok or not–just that he had collapsed on the bench and had been carried (stretcher-less) into the hallway. I felt shaky and almost cried. The last time I felt like this was when I learned about the Lokomotiv disaster. Not a fun feeling. 

I was 11 when Jiri Fischer of the Red Wings had a similar incident and 14 when Alexei Cherepanov died during a KHL game. Both incidents were eerily similar to what happened at the AAC last night, and thankfully Pevs survived like Fischer did. However, what happened last night has shaken me to my core.

It’s easy to get carried away, especially in a sport as wonderful as hockey. It’s easy to forget what’s actually important. I think that that’s the sentiment echoing through every hockey fan’s mind today. The Stars mean everything to me, but almost losing one of my boys really put that into perspective for me.

I’ve never seen anything like what happened last night. I’ve never heard a crowd so quiet at a hockey game nor have I ever seen anything like the looks on the players’ faces. But everyone reacted beautifully, from the supportive tweets around the hockey and sporting world to the swift, incredible efforts of the Dallas Stars medical staff. Even though last night was a hockey fan’s worst nightmare, it reminded me just how great the hockey community really is.

If we miss the playoffs because Peverley’s not playing, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Pevs is okay. If he has to retire, that’s ok. Whatever will keep this wonderful human and teammate healthy.

At the end of the day, it’s just hockey.

Get well soon, Raptor Jesus.

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Just some thoughts on what was a really, really incredible night:

  • I love love love the fact that the Modano jerseys they wore during warm-ups were different sweaters that reflected the different eras of his career. So cool.
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  • I knew Mo’s speech would be hard to watch, and he didn’t disappoint. He started choking up after three sentences. 
  • The cameos were amazing: the ’99 Cup team (unfortunately minus a few, including Sergei Zubov and Joe Nieuwendyk), Norm Green (hollaaaa), Tom Hicks (ugh), the families of the previously retired numbers (classy as hell), Bob Gainey, Doug Armstrong, Rick Wilson, and…the Stanley Cup. Amazing.
  • The game itself was a good one, even though it had its controversial moments…
  • like the Houla hit on Kari Lehtonen. The Tim Thomas trade is looking brilliant right now. Hopefully this will silence everyone moaning and whining about Thomas being a Star. I hate his politics, too, but let’s separate his personal life from his hockey life.
  • Matt Cooke is still the scum of the earth. Stop saying he’s a changed guy. A reformed Matt Cooke wouldn’t have thrown that dangerous knee on Val Nichushkin. 
  • Erik Cole scored the game-winner on Mike Modano night. Cole is number 72, and 7+2=9 so there.

Overall, it was an unforgettable night with an epic ceremony and a hard-earned two points that surely made Mike Modano proud.


All Guts, None of the Glory


I knew I’d cry the day Stephane Robidas was no longer a Star. To me, Robi is a perfect hockey player. So few players have set such a leading example of what a hockey player is or embodied the toughness that Robi did in his years here. And yet his efforts have gone largely unnoticed. 

That’s just who Stephane Robidas is.

An all guts, no glory player who led by example and would always take one for the team but never asked for recognition or even a simple thank you. 

With his rather small size, at first glance he doesn’t look to be much. But did he ever bring it. Robidas’s contributions came largely in the form of physical sacrifices. Shot blocking? He’s on it. Puck to the face? Just another day at the office. He never shied away from hitting players twice his size if it meant helping his team win a game. 

The selfish part of me wanted Robidas to stay forever and retire as a Dallas Star, but Jim Nill did him right by letting him go to a contender. He deserves a shot at the Cup. No one deserves it more than Robi.  He’s seriously the best.

As if you needed more reason to love this classy, perfect human being:


I would have preferred he not go to a team the Stars could potentially play in the first round (fingers crossed that we hold on!), but honestly it doesn’t even matter that much. If Anaheim wins the Stanley Cup, I will have the biggest smile on my face because one of my all-time favorites will finally get the glory he deserves. 

I’ll miss the hell out of you, Robi. Thanks for 12 years.