Ratto: Sharks get started at re-establishing control


Ratto: Sharks get started at re-establishing control

April 18, 2011RATTO ARCHIVE
CSNCalifornia.comLOS ANGELES -- The level to which the Sharks are damned by their playoff history remains high, and one wonders momentarily why more coaches dont try to use that history as a way to jab them between games.I mean, Joe Sacco of Colorado did it last year, and it certainly worked. Until they played, and the Avalanche was disappeared.Terry Murray of Los Angeles is smarter than that, though, because he knows the game actually works. He took the Philadelphia Flyers to a Stanley Cup final in 1997, got swept by Detroit when the Red Wings were the best team in the world, and got fired.
And wasnt surprised. Thats just the way the business works, he said with a rueful smile. You dont like it, but nobody likes it. Nobodys ever liked it.Thus, when you know just how capricious the business can be, especially in the postseason, you dont tend to rub other coaches or franchises noses in it. Because your nose has been there too.Murray has been a coach for 14 years, has won far more often than he has lost, but the Kings are his third team. Things happen in the playoffs even after all the preparation and roster constructions and coaching stratagems. Players play, pucks go where they go, and matchups matter more than standings position or tactical wisdom.Thats why Murray hasnt made a thing of why the Sharks have never won a Cup, or even a conference title, or gotten to the conference final more than twice. Oh, he could. But what would be the point? What goes around comes around, and typically with a vengeance.The Sharks are a maddening lot on their own, without outside input. If other teams look at how their best players Joe Thornton, Patrick Marleau, Dany Heatley, Dan Boyle, Joe Pavelski, Ryane Clowe flit in and out of significance, and how they can go so quickly from efficient to inert.RATTO: Sharks put up stinker for the ages in Game 2 shutout
It is, in short, not their talent level (they have plenty, though with the usual gaps all teams have) or planning (they are consistently prepared) or effort (they try too hard more often than too little) any of the things that another coach could use to gig them, but their extraordinary inconsistency from game to game.The Sharks know how they are viewed without anyone saying it. Theyve been at the game too long not to know how to walk it. Theyre not as elite as they think they are. Theyre good, but confused on the notion of what it takes to be great.And all this coming out because of one game in which they completely lost their way, and their minds.We had one player last night who had well over a two-minute shift because he wanted to show his teammates that he was determined, Sharks coach Todd McLellan said Sunday. "But that's not going to help us win.McLellan is reaching that point in his stay where his players pretty much know what hes going to say and how hes going to say it. They must either do it or not, and pay the consequences that come.McLellan is one of seven coaches in these playoffs still working on their first job. The others are Bruce Boudreau of Washington, Dan Bylsma of Pittsburgh, Guy Boucher of Tampa Bay, Lindy Ruff of Buffalo, Randy Carlyle of Anaheim and Barry Trotz of Nashville. Only Boucher and Bylsma have fewer games on their resumes. But they all know everything they ought to about the playoffs, and none of them have the time or inclination to grind on about someones elses resumes.NEWS: NHL headlines
McLellan will not be fired if the Sharks do not rise to the consistency in the face of constantly changing conditions that seems so often to escape them. His position is not the issue here. The issue is whether, having been shown how easy it is to lose the plan, whether they can reassemble it quickly and re-establish control of this series before it establishes control of them.And maybe this will be one more example of how the Sharks greatest enemy has not been the coach, or the talent, or the planning, or the effort, but the comfort. Of thinking the job is done before it is. Of thinking there is a way to prove their value before it can be proven.In short, were just getting started.

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.