Ratto: Sharks poised to finish what they started


Ratto: Sharks poised to finish what they started


Ray Ratto

SAN JOSE -- The Sharks are in great shape has often been code for The Sharks are preparing to emit an enormous egg. Thats what happens when your reputation as a skilled and deep team clashes with your reputation for postseason tracheotomies.

But as the San Joses prepare for Game 5 of this Western Conference quarterfinal series with the wobbling Los Angeles Kings, one gets a greater sense they can finish this series without too much fuss or muss because they have gotten so much production from the beneath-the-radar brigade.

Oh, sure there are the cheap amusements like, Is Dany Heatley really a dirty play like Terry Murray said he is? and Who was Joe Thornton blowing a kiss to after his goal in Game 4? But those are empty calories, not to be trusted, for entertainment purposes only.

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What makes one think the Sharks will finish this off with a sonic stomp is the fact that so much of the game-changing is being done not by the big names, but by the small players.

Like Ian White, the former Carolina and Toronto defenseman who began his postseason career with an exquisite headache and is now the second leading scoring defenseman in the league.

Like Scott Nichol, the belt sander with feet who altered Game 4 by first submitting to King Drew Doughtys temper and then elevating it to such a point that he turned the game.

And like Kyle Wellwood, the right wing on the third line who has altered not only his linemates play but those of the Kings who have faced it.

Wellwoods contributions have been the most subtle; his forecheck in Game 4 led directly to the Thornton goal that crushed L.A.s one comeback, and his three assists and plus-4 stand out as numbers, but for the most part he has been simply a steady contributor to the overall health of the Joe Pavelski line.

Certainly this has been good for me, the stubbornly reserved winger said. I think I jelled well with Joe and Torrey (Mitchell), and theres always that feeling when youre fitting in, the game is much more comfortable. Its more fun when youre a contributor.

Wellwood has bounced about from Toronto to Vancouver to Atlant Moscow Oblast (no, not Atlanta) to St. Louis, but he has finally found a consistent place here, to the point where head coach Todd McLellan is probably underutilizing him by not giving him some power play time such is his passing and vision ability.

White, on the other hand, has seen this coming since he started playing. He just never got a chance to show it.

Oh, this is how Ive imagined it all along, he said. I knew I could play at a high level, contribute and help us win. Im kind of built for the postseason, I think. I can dig down deeper, give some extra, contribute where its needed. Ive been ready for this.

That said, five assists in seven periods is an exemplary bit of production.

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Finally, there is Nichol, who engaged with Doughty (well, was engaged with Doughty, more like) enough to take him to the penalty box on coincidental minor penalties that resulted in two Sharks goals.

Nichol seemed a bit sheepish about his contribution for attribution, though he understands the value of the tradeoff between the fourth-line center and the top defenseman. So does Dan Boyle, the Sharks top defenseman, who said, Oh, thats a tradeoff that works in our favor. Its a very good trade, in fact.

He then broke into laughter as he struggled not to make it seem like Nichol was acceptable collateral damage. Make sure you write that I was laughing when I said that, he said. Then he laughed again.

These bricks in the wall have given San Jose a depth advantage that some people suspected wasnt there, or that could be exploited later in the postseason. And maybe it can. But so far, not now, not here, not by the Kings. And when the not-quite-big-names are owning their space, its easier for the dreadnoughts to own theirs as well.

In short, the Sharks may turn this back into a series with a lackluster performance Saturday night, but theyre going to work very hard to do so, because theyve shown all the signs and all the numbers required to be a team that finishes what it starts rather than being finished by what it starts.

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Heatley explained his trip on Kings defenseman Alec Martinez that so irritated Murray as a simple case of, He tried to get out of my way, and I just didnt move. Whatever. To the surprise of no people, there was no interest from the league in convening a disciplinary hearing.

The Sharks lead the league in the postseason with a 57.4 percent faceoff conversion rate, and Thornton is third at 64.6, behind only Boyd Gordon of Washington and Chris Drury of New York.

No lineup or line changes are expected, and all players are healthy. Friday was mostly a mentalphysicalmaintenance day, so there was no organized practice. The Kings worked out in Los Angeles and arrived later Friday.

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.