Ratto: Sharks discover cure for 3-goal lead in Game 4


Ratto: Sharks discover cure for 3-goal lead in Game 4


Ray Ratto

LOS ANGELES -- The Sharks finally decided to be, well, the Sharks,which meant that they had to turn the Los Angeles Kings into, well, theLos Angeles Kings.

That mission has nearly been accomplished, with a convincing 6-3victory over the Kings in Game 4 of this Western Conferencequarterfinal. San Jose took command early, nearly gave it away byallowing two goals near the end of the second period (this is,after all, not your standard 2-7 series), but finally choke-slammed thegame into submission with three more in the third.

Ryane Clowe, the persistent and forceful wing who along with LoganCouture has come to redefine this team, scored twice in the secondperiod, and Jason Demers, Joe Thornton, Joe Pavelski and TorreyMitchell anted up as well to turn an occasionally harrowing game into aclinical dispatching.

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We looked like we did down the stretch of the regular season,Thornton said after contributing the convincing fourth goal 2:28 intothe third period. Everybody did the little things you need to do in aseries like this, and we came a lot closer than we have so far to playour kind of game.

The biggest adjustment seems to be a different approach to attacking Los Angeles goalie Jonathan Quick, who likes to come to the top of crease and even beyond at times, and is further protected by his defensemen collapsing in around him, taking away the standard shooting lanes.

The Sharks, though, crated spaces to the sides and forced Quick to move more side to side and cover more ground than even a goalie with his size can reasonably do.

The result: In the first seven periods of the series, he stopped 83 of 86 shots. In the subsequent five and change, he has allowed 12 in 56; the Sharks have outscored the Kings 12-4 in that span, and are now on the verge of winning a series in five games that they actually gave up eight consecutive goals in, a bizarre way to go about ones business.

I think were a little more confident, head coach Todd McLellan said without elaborating, playing the right way, doing the little things you have to do. Theres still room to improve before Saturday, but were getting closer. You keep striving for the perfect game, though it isnt possible

Clowe is flirting with it, though; two more goals Thursday, including one which was as much an own-goal by Kings defenseman Alec Martinez, and a physical presence at both ends that was noticeable throughout the evening. He, Couture and Dany Heatley have been persistently disruptive, and the Pavelski-Wellwood-Mitchell line has been so bothersome of late that L.A. coach Terry Murray put his best defense pair, Drew Doughty and Willie Mitchell, on that line for much of the first period.

Eventually, though, the Sharks simply started playing as the team that knows it is better across the board. It made the adjustments to Quick that were needed, they did a better job of protecting and promoting their own goalie, Antti Niemi, and finally forced a level of form on a series that has made precious little sense to date.

Plus, Thornton finally broke his goal-scoring drought, which is always a big deal in and of itself. That it was the vital fourth San Jose goal to re-establish their control over the game was particularly fortuitous. That it came with so much open ice was the surprise.

I came off the bench, and I just made a beeline for the goal, he said, nursing a dime-sized knot over his left eye. The other guys (Patrick Marleau and Wellwood) did a great job (Wellwood behind the net in particular), and the puck was right there.

It was a chippy game at moments; Thornton got his eye kissed on the games opening shift, and he was later speared by Dustin Brown (youll know it by the fact that the box score said he was slashed by Brown), and it ended with three misconduct penalties.

But for the most part it was a game in which San Jose finally showed its San Jose-ishness -- controlling space and pace, adjusting to the problems the Kings set before them, and eventually finishing the job with decisiveness and as much precision as can be allowed in what defenseman Dan Boyle said was an ugly game. Not a lot of pretty passing or graceful moves. Just getting to where you need to get and holding your ground.

The Sharks now must hold home ice, which has only happened once in the series and only 14 times in the 33 games played so far. If they can, they await developments in Chicago, where the Canucks and Blackhawks play Game 6 Sunday. If Vancouver wins, the Sharks host Detroit next week. If not, they must wait until Tuesdays seventh game to see if they might play Chicago instead.

Either match will be an even more persistent grind than this series has been -- but this Sharks team is better suited to the grind than any of their predecessors. We will see if theyre better suited to it than either the Wings or Hawks.

Ray Ratto is a columnist for CSNBayArea.com.

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


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.