Ratto: Setoguchi helps Sharks cheat the reaper

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Ratto: Setoguchi helps Sharks cheat the reaper

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Ray RattoCSNBayArea.com

DETROIT -- Devin Setoguchi and Logan Couture spent a bit of the locker room time before the overtime period of San Joses 4-3 Game 3 win over Detroit bartering potential game-winning celebrations with each other.

Setoguchi won.

Well, if you really want to know, I looked over at Logan Couture and I said, 'You better get (the game-winning goal) before I do, because I've already got my celebration ready to go. Setoguchi said after beating Jimmy Howard for the third time, 9:21 into overtime.

And he said, 'So do I.' And I said, 'Well, I'm going to go pull the (Cristiano) Ronaldo double-knee.' And he said, 'That was mine.' So I said, 'Well, I'll try to beat you to it then.' So it was kind of weird that it happened that way.

But thats planning for you.

Right before we went on the ice, about four minutes before the overtime started. He said I stole his celebration.

Coutures lawyers will be in touch. So will a lot of other Sharks and their supporters who will acknowledge that Setoguchi poached his team through a game in which they werent really the better team the majority of the time.

Nobody remembers the celebration though, not even Ronaldo himself, if that helps. Setoguchi was kissed by God on this night, to the point where he could simply come on the ice and head for a soft spot on the Red Wings defensive coverage and have the puck magically appear on his tape.

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Which is exactly how he scored the game-winner and put the Sharks within a game of sweeping the Red Wings and within three games of scaring themselves half to death. He found an open place, Joe Thornton, who had done the heavy work carrying and chipping and retrieving the puck through all three zones, found him, and he beat the Detroit goalie low and clean.

I saw Jumbo curl up the wall. Usually when he does that, he always looks to the middle for the quick pop play and for the shot, and I got it. (Wing center Henrik) Zetterberg was in the slot, just kind of right there, so I just tried to get it through his legs or by him quickly, and snuck one right past him (Howard).

I dont know why it happens that way sometimes, he said. Sometimes you work and work and things just sort of happen for you.

Also to you, for Setoguchi also committed two harrowing holding penalties, one which led to Pavel Datsyuks go-ahead goal in the third period, and the other, in overtime, which almost buried the Sharks.

Yeah, Ill talk to him about that, said a clearly torn head coach Todd McLellan.

But he will remember to thank Setoguchi as well for helping the Sharks cheat the reaper on a night that was more Detroits than San Joses.

A year to the day of last years overtime victory that put the Sharks up 3-0 on the Wings, San Jose endured an up-and-down evening which, without Antti Niemis best game as the Sharks goalie, might have gotten them chased from the building.

Detroit controlled the first and large chunks of the first two periods, getting goals from Nicklas Lidstrom, Patrick Eaves and Datsyuk to tie the game at 1 and take 2-1 and 3-2 leads. In fact, McLellan was more unhappy with the play than the result, a lot more unhappy.

(Game 4) will be as hard on us as we make it. We didnt have a lot of polish, we didnt have enough better players in my opinion to play. We got away with one. We have to be better, because theyve proven they are not going to go away.

Of course, McLellan is also seeing Game 4 a year ago, in which the Sharks smugged their way through a 7-1 defeat that cost them a fifth game, one that this year is not really recommended, given the parity and trouble teams have had finishing series -- Tampa Bay notwithstanding.

Then again, he may also take time to notice that Thornton has been instrumental in four of the five overtime winners the Sharks have logged so far in this postseason. The NHL has had 20 overtime games so far, the second round isnt done yet, and the record is 28. San Jose has 25 percent of those wins, and zero percent of those losses. The persistent complaint that Thornton doesnt come up big in the spring has been de-legged, at least insofar as this truth: Thornton may not come up big, but he does come up subtle.

Setoguchi, on the other hand, is flash on flash. At least he was this night. If he can steal from Logan Couture and Cristiano Ronaldo on the same evening, the two holding penalties seem like barely a trifle.

Ray Ratto is a columnist for CSNBayArea.com.

A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

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A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

I’m liking this 2017 so far. Then again, after 2016, nearly any year would be an improvement.

Just this last weekend we got a flat-earth scandal that turned into a mock-up about media self-importance and fake news (yay Kyrie Irving and his impish sense of satire!).

We got the overblown Russell-Hates-Kevin narrative, and the faux Russell-Secretly-Loves-Kevin counternarrative, all because we are stunningly attracted to meaningless and utterly contrived drama (yay our ability to B.S. ourselves!).

We got the NBA All-Star Game ripped for having no defense even though last year’s game was, if anything, worse (yay short attention span!).

We got the Boogie Cousins trade and the national revulsion of all the thought processes the Sacramento Kings put into this perpetually rolling disaster (yay making Boogie and Vivek Ranadive household names!).

And now we got the Great Sutton United Pie-Fixing Scandal. Yeah, pie-fixing. Hell never felt so fun.

So here’s the deal. Sutton United, a very small fry in English soccer, got to the fifth round of the FA Cup, a competition in which all the clubs in England are commingled and play each other until one team remains. The big clubs almost always win, so any time a small club goes deep, it’s a big deal.

Anyway, Sutton went deeper in the competition than nearly anyone in the last century, a charming development given that it is such a small club that it had a stadium caretaker, goalie coach and backup goalie all in one massive fellow, a 46-year-old guy named Wayne Shaw. Shaw became the globular embodiment of the entire Sutton Experience, a jolly lark for everyone involved and especially when he ate a pie on the bench in the final minutes of Sutton’s Cup-exiting loss to Arsenal.

And now he’s been eased into resigning his jobs with the club, because – and this is so very British – there were betting shops taking action on whether he would in fact eat a pie on the bench, and he either did or did not tip off his pals that he was going to chow down on television.

He did eat the pie. His pals collected on their bets. The sport’s governing body opened an investigation into market manipulation by gambling – which is hilarious given that no fewer than 10 gambling establishments have advertising deals with English soccer clubs. Shaw was invited to quit to kill the story, and he took the hint.

Hey, dreams die all the time. But it’s still pie-fixing. Let that rattle around your head for a minute. Pie-fixing. Not match-fixing. Not point-shaving. Pie-fixing.

Now how can you not love this year?

Sure, it sucks for Shaw, but it serves as a series of cautionary tales for athletes around the world.

* Gambling is everywhere, and every time you inch toward it, you dance on the third rail.

* If you want to help your friends, give them cash.

* This is a horribly delicious way to lose your gig.

* And finally, fun in the 21st century isn’t ever truly fun because someone in a suit and a snugly-placed stick is going to make sure you pay full retail for that fun.

But it is nice to know that something that has never happened before is now part of our year. Pie-fixing is a thing now, as silly in its way as Irving’s flat-earth narrative was. And as we steer away from normal games as being too run-of-the-mill-fuddy-duddy entertainment, we have replaced them with sideshows.

Or do you forget how many people complained Saturday and Sunday that the dunk contest wasn’t interesting enough? How stupid is that?

Lots. Lots of stupid. But against pie-tin-shaped planets and pies turned into betting coups, how can it possibly compare?

We chase a lot of idiotic narratives in our sporting lives. The great What Will The Patriots Do To Roger Goodell story died like the old dog it was. We still try to flog Warriors-Thunder as a rivalry in search of better TV ratings when all the obvious evidence is that it is no such thing unless you think a couple that broke up nine months ago is still a solid story. We have Bachelor fantasy leagues, for God’s sake.

This would leave most normal folks in despair, thus matching their everyday experiences, but yin meets yang, and every time it looks like we are all barrel-rolling into the sun, we get Irving, and then we get Wayne Shaw.

In short, 2017 is going to be fun of grand surprises for us all. I look forward to the day President Trump tries to fete the Patriots and only gets to Skype with Bob Kraft and the equipment guys who midwifed DeflateGate, and Mark Davis in Las Vegas, just to see if he can get a P.F. Chang’s into the Bellagio.

Why not? This is sport’s year-long tribute to sketch comedy, and evidently everyone is signing on enthusiastically to replace lessons of morality and honor and equality and dignity and sportsmanship with slackened jaws and belly laughs.

So yay sports! Or as it is clearly becoming, A Night At The Improv.
 

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

The price of watching Roger Goodell being booed back to the Bronze Age is a subtle but real one, and one that people will feel very dearly soon enough.

The last great cathartic Super Bowl is now done, with the New England Patriots winning the brilliant and decisive battle to be sports’ new evil empire. In doing so, it rendered Goodell a permanent and risible punch line in National Football League history, the mall cop who wanted the death penalty for littering, and in the words of the song “got what he wanted but he lost what he had.”

True, $40 million a year can make the dissolution of your public persona a reasonably decent tradeoff, but we lost the argument about who won his windmill tilt with the Patriots. It’s done, and he is now permanently and irrevocably a figure of ridicule.

But that’s not the only debating point America lost Sunday night, and while you wouldn’t think it given how much time we are willing to shouting at each other, quality arguments are not easily replaced.

We have almost surely lost the mindless debate about the best quarterback ever, because there is nothing anyone can bring up that the words “Tom Brady” cannot rebut except calling his own plays, and since that is no longer allowed in football, it is a silly asterisk to apply.

We have almost surely lost the equally silly shouter about the best coach ever. Bill Belichick is defiantly not fun, but he has built, improved and bronzed an organizational model that is slowly swallowing the rest of the sport. That and five trophies makes him the equal if not better of the short list of Paul Brown, George Halas, Vince Lombardi, Bill Walsh and Tom Landry.

Plus, Belichick locked up the most absurd response to a question in coaching history Monday when he said, “As great as today feels . . . we're five weeks behind the other teams for the 2017 season.” Even allowing for Gregg Popovich in-game interviews, the so-grim-he-could-make-a-robot-cry worship-the-process response has now become a cliché. If 2017 prep was so important, he should have skipped yesterday’s game, and he definitely should have chosen not to waste so much time on the trophy stand after the game when training camp drills needed to be scheduled.

Oh, and DeflateGate died. Dead. No zombie possibilities here.

We do have a meatheaded argument ahead of us about which championship in the last year is the best, which can be settled here.

1. Leicester City, because 5,000-1 is 5,000-1, and the whole world understands that. Plus, there was invaluable three-month buildup that engaged non-soccer fans.

2. Chicago Cubs, because 108 years is 108 years.

3. New England Patriots, because . . . well, I don’t have to explain it unless you have no useful memory span. “Down 25 In The Third Quarter” is the new “Down 3-1.”

4. Cleveland Cavaliers, because they slayed the first unbeatable Warrior team by coming from 3-1 down, and even as a silver medalist, it will always be an internet meme, which is what passes for memorable in our decrepit culture.

5. (tie) Villanova basketball and Clemson football in a tie, because they were essentially the same great game.

7. The Pittsburgh Penguins, because the Stanley Cup Final was devoid of drama or high moments, and only 14:53 of overtime. Feh.

But everything else is settled, and this Super Bowl will not be topped for a long time. Our current cycle of absurd championships is almost surely going to end soon, because “Down 3-1” has happened twice in eight months (three times, if you count Warriors over Thunder), and the bar has now been placed well beyond reasonable clearing.

Indeed, the only thing left is for a championship team to spontaneously combust on the award stand. But if they do so and ignite Roger Goodell along the way, that would be an ending America would cheerfully endorse.

But that also isn’t an argument any more, and yes, that includes Gary Bettman.