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WCHA Women’s League Finalized

At its annual meetings in Florida on Thursday, the WCHA gave final approval, via a unanimous vote, to the new WCHA women’s league.

“This is indeed a significant development for the WCHA,” said association chair Darrell Smith. “We are all looking forward to playing a major role in the continuing evolution and development of women’s ice hockey at all levels.”

Inaugural members of the league are Minnesota State University-Mankato, the Minnesota, Minnesota-Duluth, St. Cloud State and Wisconsin.

Bemidji State and Ohio State have been invited to join as well.

The new league will begin play in the 1999-2000 season with a 24-game conference schedule and subsequent playoff tournament.

Notre Dame Buoyed by Strong Recruiting Class

Notre Dame has signed four players, including three members of the national junior development program, to national letters of intent during the spring signing period.

The signees include forwards Connor Dunlop (St. Louis, Mo.) and John Wroblewski (Neenah, Wis.), defenseman Paul Harris (Ridgefield, Conn.) and goaltender Tony Zasowski (Darien, Ill.). Zasowski is wrapping up a successful season with the Omaha Lancers of the United States Hockey League, while the other signees have completed play with the U.S. under-18 team.

The foursome joins Notre Dame’s pair of fall signees, right wing Michael Chin (Urbana, Ill.) and defenseman Evan Nielsen (Evanston, Ill.).

“These six players complete a string of four straight classes that have added tremendous talent to our program. We have some pretty serious holes to fill due to graduation, and the newcomers should be up the challenge of adjusting to Division I hockey,” said Fighting Irish head coach Dave Poulin.

Notre Dame will lose six seniors from the 1998-99 squad, including team captain and right wing Brian Urick, left wing Aniket Dhadphale, All-America defenseman Benoit Cotnoir and goaltender Forrest Karr.

The 5-10, 185-pound, Dunlop totaled 46 goals and 56 assists in 136 games with the U.S. Developmental Program during the past two seasons, including 23 goals and 42 assists over 70 games in 1998-99. His father, Blake Dunlop, played 11 years in the NHL with the Minnesota North Stars, Philadelphia Flyers, St. Louis Blues and Detroit Red Wings.

Wroblewski, 6-1 and 200 pounds, a winger with the U.S. program, totaled 32 goals and 25 assists in 135 games over the past two seasons, including 19 goals and seven assists in 75 games during 1998-99.

A classic stay-at-home defenseman, the 6-2, 195-pound Harris registered four goals and nine assists in two seasons with the U.S. program while helping anchor one of the USHL’s top penalty-killing units.

Zasowksi is expected to challenge for time between the pipes after being named a first-team USHL all-star. The 5-11, 190-pounder set a USHL record in 1998-99 for victories (35-11) and tied a league record with five shutouts, in addition to a league-best 1.96 goals-against average and a .913 save percentage that earned him goaltender-of-the-year honors.

St. Norbert Coach Coghlin Turns Down UAF

Tim Coghlin, head coach at Division III St. Norbert and the top candidate for Alaska-Fairbanks’ vacant head coaching position, turned down the university’s job offer Monday, the Fairbanks Daily Miner reported.

A perceived lack of institutional commitment to the hockey program was crucial in Coghlin’s decision, he said.

“I needed to see some more institutional support for hockey,” Coghlin told the Daily Miner. “[UAF] tend[s] to be underfunded in three or four critical areas that will make it difficult to compete in the CCHA. Once those issues are addressed, it will be a very attractive place to me.”

Specifically, Coghlin cited a lack of funding for recruiting, assistant coaches’ pay and scholarships as fundamental barriers. He went on to say that that the Nanooks are “not even on a level playing field” with the rest of the CCHA, noting that UAF currently supports well fewer than the 18 scholarship players allowed by the NCAA.

According to UAF assistant athletic director Kip Harmon, the remaining candidates are Guy Gadowsky, head coach and general manager of the West Coast Hockey League’s Fresno Falcons; Bowling Green assistant coach Brian Hills; and Boston College assistant coach Scott Paluch.

UAF is looking to replace Dave Laurion, who resigned following the end of this past season.

CC Names Owens Head Coach

As expected, Colorado College named former assistant Scott Owens as the Tigers’ new head coach Saturday. Owens succeeds Don Lucia, who left to take the top job at Minnesota.

Owens, 43, was associate head coach under Lucia from 1993-95, and most recently served as head coach and general manager of the United States Hockey League’s Des Moines Buccaneers. Owens’ signing by CC came one day after Des Moines beat Omaha for the USHL championship.

“We were glad we were able to do this in an expedient fashion,” Tiger athletic director Marty Scarano told the Colorado Springs Gazette. “We came up with a coach we believe will be very successful.”

Owens, a former goaltender with CC, signed a multiyear contract, the terms of which were not disclosed.

Strangers In A Strange Land

Come out to the coast
We’ll get together
Have a few laughs.
— Bruce Willis, “Die Hard”

Friday, April 2, 1999

It’s a gorgeous day in southern California. The sun is out, but the temperature could be a little higher for my liking. Still, things are going to be busy today.

There are no games to be played, so this is the day when all of us plan on doing something.

There are a few things going on — the the Hobey Baker and the Humanitarian Award, to name two.

But I have decided to forego the ceremonies and meet up with a friend in Redondo Beach. He owns a business there and in my other life, I do plenty of business with him.

So I set out to Redondo Beach.

9:45 am PST

I have negotiated the freeway system for the last 45 minutes and it wasn’t half bad, to tell you the truth. The traffic flowed, at 80 mph, and no trouble whatsoever.

I take the last road to my friend’s office and as I crest the hill is one of the most beautiful sights that I have ever seen — a clear view of the Pacific Ocean and the blue sky.

My friend and I converse for a while. It’s a Friday, so what comes out of his mouth?

“Let’s get out of here and hit the beach. I don’t feel like working today.”

Who am I to disagree with my host?

10:00 am PST

We’re on our way to the beach. Doug is showing me the sights around Redondo Beach. He takes me all around, shows me the industry, all the sights.

11:30 am PST

I have never been to a Hawaiian restaurant ’til now. Fine meal, if you ask me.

1:00 pm PST

It’s back to Anaheim, knowing that Kristine Pierce of RIT has won the Humanitarian Award and Jason Krog the Hobey Baker. Remember when I said that friendly conversation is one of the best places for information? Well, guess what I found out about the Humanitarian last week? And what I found out about the Hobey earlier on?

2:00 pm PST

We’re ready to head on out. I go to Mike and Heather’s room and meet up with them and our good friend Todd Cioffi. Todd’s parents live in the area. He has unknowingly been volunteered as our tour guide for the day.

We are in search of fun in the California sun.

(to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies:)

Let me tell you a story ’bout a man named Jay
A bored Engineer…no game will play today.
So on the off day of the Nash-nal Championship
The ECAC writer went on a little trip…

Road, that is..freeway…P-C-H

Now ol’ Jay, he doesn’t have a care
Arrowhead Pond? Let’s drive away from there!
So he packed up his friends like they was family
They hopped in their cars and drove to Beverly…

Hills, that is…careening cars…movie stars

A Todd Cioffi original.

Downstairs we find Kevin Beattie, Danzer and Doug Spencer (the media relations guru of the WCHA) waiting for me. We’re thinking of checking out Universal Studios. But there is a little confusion.

As usual with a lot of people, everyone wants to do something else. And nobody as formulated a plan. Also, everyone is looking at me because I actually have a car, so naturally that means where we go is partly my decision. Let’s see, when was back in high school?

At this point, Kevin, Danzer and Doug decide that Disneyland is to their liking because we’re not sure when we’ll be back in Anaheim and they have things that they have to attend to, so our group of 11 has now shrunk to eight: myself, Mike, Heather, Scott, Lisa, Lee, Dave and Todd.

We’re also wondering where Todd Milewski, Paula Weston and Chris Lerch are. Scott mentions that they are working on stories for USCHO, but most of us think they’ve killed each other. Except me, I think Chris is at the practice at the Pond.

As I mentioned, each of us has things that we want to do. Some of us want to see the beach, some of us want to see Beverly Hills, some of us want to see celebrities, some of us want to see Universal Studios, some of us want to get souvenirs, some of us want to go to the Viper Room, some of us want to go to Hollywood — well, you get the picture.

So what do we do? We just hit the road. Heather, Lisa and Lee pile into Todd’s car and Dave, Mike and Scott pile in with me. I think I got the raw deal in all of this, but that’s just me.

2:55 pm PST

The traffic on 22 has hit a standstill before the road to Long Beach.

3:35 pm PST

So this is what real L.A. traffic is like. We have moved about two miles in the last 40 minutes. (Pops is fast asleep on his required midafternoon nap.) We find ourselves next to Todd’s car — he motions us that we’re getting off the freeway to take the scenic coastal route, because there’s a big accident up ahead and we’ll just sit here for the next hour otherwise.

Thinking we were smart, we were in the carpool lane. That meant we had to negotiate through six lanes of traffic to get off the freeway and onto the local roads.

I can do it; I’m a New York City boy. And to the astonishment of the others in the car, I make it. There’s Todd waiting for us on the median. Free at last, free at last!

On the Pacific Coast Highway, mostly we’re wondering just where Todd is leading us. Ladies and gentlemen, to your left — pawn shops. To your right — check-cashing stores.

Uh, Todd, are we wearing the right colors here?

Pretty soon we are where I was earlier in the day — Redondo Beach. We arrive and seeing as how I was just there this past morning, I honk the horn as we pass Jay Leno’s house. Then I save the surprise for last.

I get Todd to pull over at the last house along the beach and run on over to his car. I lean in and I exclaim:

“That last house there is the beachhouse in Beverly Hills, 90210!”

Everyone just stares at me for a moment. Then they look at the house. Then my eardrum is shattered by Heather’s scream.

The next thing I know, Heather and Lisa are taking off like bats out of hell toward the house, cameras in hand.

This is a good place to park the car.

We examine the place where Kelly, Donna and roommate number three spent all of their time. Earlier on, Doug had mentioned to me that the reason they stopped filming at the house was because the neighbors started to complain about the excessiveness of the shoot.

The street that we are on is pretty narrow — one lane in each direction — and when they came to shoot, the trailers filled the entire street. Being the last house on the block, they were able to send some compensation towards the direct neighbors, but eventually it wore thin. Thus, the end of the beachhouse on 90210.

I take this opportunity to do what comes naturally. Go put my feet in the Pacific Ocean.

Dave, Lee, Lisa and I head down towards the beach. I have this great urge to push one of them into the ocean, but I don’t think that David Hasselhoff would like that too much since the beach is closed for swimming. I am also afraid that Mario Lopez will come by and pummel me from his bike.

So instead I played nice and stuck my foot in and then watched Lisa almost get sucked into the surf while I was taking a picture of her.

That done, and my craving for the ocean satisfied, we head out once more. We need to make a stop since we have been in the car for about three or four hours — or maybe it just seems like that — so we follow the third rule of going to events.

We will find places to…

On second thought, let’s leave that to your imagination.

Did I mention that the weather is not what it usually is for this time of year in southern California? With the wind blowing it sure didn’t feel like we were in California at all. We’re all dressed for the part, but we feel just like USCHO headquarters in Minnesota.

To quote Soundgarden, “I’m looking California and feeling Minnesota.”

We’re driving up the coast on our way to famous Muscle Beach. I have heard that it’s an interesting place, and now we’re going to find out all about it.

At Muscle Beach, the wind is whipping all over the place. It’s cold. It’s high time I looked for a pair of windpants, but I just suck it up and keep going.

Because of the weather there aren’t any of the sights that we expect to see. No bodybuilders, no people blading, nothing much going on. Very quickly then, it’s time to go.

But first, we have to get some souvenirs. Rather, Pops has to get some souvenirs.

Those in hand, it’s off to Santa Monica. We’re headed for Todd’s parents’ place to check out the ocean again.

We will find places to…

Arriving at the Cioffis’, we are greeted by the security guards, who do let us in. We meet Todd’s mother. Without hesitation she shows us around, and we find places to…

Of course there is no end to embarrassment as the baby pictures are out. But what catches everyone’s eyes is the ocean from the terrace. What an unbelievable view!

On a clear day, we’re told you can see Catalina Island, but not today. Are they filming Baywatch today? No luck, but we stay for a little before departing again, ready to make L.A. our city.

Todd’s mom recommended we take Wilshire Boulevard into town, and we’re wide-eyed tourists at this point. Scott, Dave, Mike and myself look around for the Nakatome Plaza.

Then, one of those moments that you don’t like to face too often.

I am following Todd and out of the left side of my vision is a car speeding out from a cross street. Mind you, there’s a red light, but — yep — he’s going right through.

In the blink of an eye, this car figures out the light is red and manages to stop halfway through the opposing two lanes of traffic. That car didn’t hit anything, but the car coming the other way had to make some pretty good maneuvers.

It wouldn’t have been so bad except for the fact that the opposing car is doing almost 55 down Wilshire, a 30 mph zone. Because of that, he has to swerve — head-on into Todd.

I see this happening, so I brake to a stop. Todd sees it as well, and stops as much as he can, but I can tell that he’s bracing for impact.

Fortunately, none came.

The speeding car had swerved out and back into the opposing lanes, avoiding hitting Todd by a fraction.

With Scott and Mike’s wives in Todd’s car, naturally there was a lot of apprehension in those five seconds. But thank your lucky stars that everything worked out okay.

7:15 pm PST

With close call in hand, it’s time to continue through L.A. We reach Beverly Hills and of course we have to go to Rodeo Drive. It’s about three blocks long but it is a pretty amazing sight. I felt like having an espresso with a twist of lemon (say it in your best Bronson Pinchot accent and you’ll get it).

The other thing that I wanted to do was drive down the street with all the palm trees. Just like you see on the movies and TV all the time. We find the street, which turns out to be Beverly Boulevard, and the tune of “I Love L.A.” goes up.

Passing the remaining sights, we reach the House of Blues. It is time to find things to eat and eat them. It is also time to find things to drink and drink them. And it’s time to find places to…

We find out that Rusted Root will be playing tonight, so it’s a packed house. But somehow we manage to get in for dinner.

There’s just one hitch. Since we don’t have tickets for the Rusted Root show, we have to be finished with dinner by nine.

8:05 pm PST

We sit down at this table and begin to order. Todd starts to spin tales of the House of Blues. The stage, the bar that swings open, the faces on the ceilings, etc. It is a cool place, there is no doubt about it.

9:05 pm PST

We’re still chatting away and eating food and there doesn’t seem to be anyone to kick us out of our seats. Our waiter, Charlie, tells us, “Hey, this is my table, you stay as long as you want.” He’s cool, too.

Of course, Lisa and Heather get pictures with him and he winds up taking pictures of all of us at the House of Blues.

10:00 pm PST

Some souvenir shopping and we’re on our way once again, to Hollywood and the sights.

We pass right through the intersection of Hollywood and Vine. People have said so much about it, but it wasn’t anything spectacular at all. It was just an intersection. No big deal. But, hey, we can say that we’ve been there.

We find Mann’s Chinese Theater. I had been to Mann’s when I was a kid, but I don’t remember much. It’s all that it’s cracked up to be.

We’re on the Walk of Fame, so we take a walk around and look at some of the stars on the sidewalk.

And then it’s off to hunt for souvenirs, coffee and places to…

Dave hits the motherlode of souvenirs and proudly shows off his purchases. We walk around for a little while longer but everything is closing up around us.

11:59 pm PST

Time to head back to Anaheim and get a good night’s sleep. There are plenty of things that people want to do. Dave has a morning round of golf scheduled with Jim Connelly and myself. Me, I’m trying to raise some people to hit Disneyland at eight in the morning before the championship game.

We let Todd go back to his brother’s place and all seven us try to pile into our rented Mercury Sable. Lee wants to ride in the trunk, but we pull him out of it and hit the road, getting back to Anaheim in one mushed-up piece.

Saturday, April 3, 1999

1:00 am PST

We’re back at the Anaheim Hilton. It’s too early to go to bed, but we catch wind of a rumor.

The incredible Jon Barkan is in town and is attending his farewell blowout. Barkan Bash, here we come!

That is, Lee and I head down to the Barkan Bash. Scott has some editing to do (USCHO’s work is never done) and we arrive to find that the rumor is indeed true.

In living color, there he is, the man, the myth and the legend — Jon Barkan.

The tenth annual Bash was supposed to be the last one, and Barkan was not going to be able to make it because of his new commitments to the Atlanta Thrashers. But there he was, spinning his usual web of stories as he recounted the best moments of the previous nine Bashes.

Anyone and everyone usually winds up at a Barkan Bash at one point in time if they attend a Frozen Four. Tonight was no exception. People from all parts of the country with different allegiances were there. A good time had by all, until…

2:30 am PST

A security guard knocks on the door.

Seconds later, the Bash has been bashed.

It’s time to head to other places. Fortunately, Scott and Tim head on up with me to my room and what do you know? We have found things to drink.

4:00 am PST

We’re all set to call it an evening. I still want to make it to Disneyland in the morning. It’s going to be tough, but I’m going to give it a shot. Besides, the Wildcats and the Black Bears are going for the big prize in 12 hours.

CC Narrows Coaching Search

Former Colorado College assistant Scott Owens appears to be the frontrunner for the Tigers’ vacant head coaching position, the Colorado Springs Gazette reported earlier this week.

Officially, the university is looking at two candidates — Owens and New Hampshire head coach Dick Umile — but sources say that Owens, currently head coach and general manager of the United States Hockey League’s Des Moines Buccaneers, is the favorite.

“We narrowed it down to a very short list,” CC athletic director Marty Scarano told the Gazette after meeting with the school’s five-member advisory committee. Scarano then identified Owens and Umile as the two candidates now under consideration.

Owens, a 1979 alumnus who played goal for the Tigers, was associate head coach under Don Lucia from 1993-95.

He made clear his interest, saying “I love CC. I bleed for that school. … I’ve got a great situation in Des Moines, and the people are wonderful. But part of my heart is still with Colorado College. It would be a great opportunity, after all Don has done there.”

Owens’ record with Des Moines is 205-97-10 over four seasons.

Umile Wins Penrose As D-I Coach Of Year

Dick Umile, who led New Hampshire to the Hockey East regular-season championship and its first-ever appearance in the NCAA national title game, is the recipient of the 1999 Spencer Penrose Award, given by the American Hockey Coaches Association to the men’s Division I coach of the year.

Umile’s Wildcats went 31-7-3 on the season, setting a school record for wins, and lost the NCAA title to Maine, 3-2, in overtime on April 3 in Anaheim, Calif.

Umile, a native of Melrose, Mass., and a 1972 alumnus of UNH, was previously named Hockey East Coach of the Year and New England Coach of the Year. His career record at UNH is 205-111-22.

He will receive his award May 1, at the annual AHCA banquet in Naples, Fla. The runner-up for the award was Michigan State’s Ron Mason.

Aucoin Selected USCHO D-III Player Of Year

Norwich forward Keith Aucoin has been selected as U.S. College Hockey Online’s Division III Player of the Year for the 1998-99 season.

The sophomore from Chelmsford, Mass., scored 33 goals and 39 assists to lead the Cadets, a total which included an amazing seven shorthanded goals, tops in college hockey.

The runner-up for the award in a very close vote was Aucoin’s teammate, junior Marc Bellemare. The pair led the Cadets to the ECAC East title and a third-place finish at the NCAA Division III championships. Norwich finished the season 27-2-2.

“I’m elated that Keith and Marc finished one-two in the voting”, said Norwich coach Mike McShane. “It’s great to know that the voters — the coaches and writers — have such a high opinion of our players.”

Aucoin scored 33 points in 1997-98 to lead all freshmen at Norwich, but came into his own this season, more than doubling his point totals.

“Keith made great strides to improve his conditioning and strength this season,” said McShane. “He was our most consistant player in terms of point production, and was key to our special-teams play.

“He’s a game-breaker — a very exciting player.”

Wilkinson Named Head Coach at Wayne State

Bill Wilkinson, who coached Western Michigan for nearly 17 years before being relieved of his duties midseason, will be behind the bench for Wayne State’s newly-reconstituted hockey program, the school announced.

“This is a great opportunity for me and I’m excited to be part of this new program,” said Wilkinson.

During his tenure at WMU, Wilkinson led the Broncos to three NCAA tournament appearances and one CCHA playoff title, and was named CCHA Coach of the Year three times. The native of Goderich, Ont., previously served as an assistant coach at both Bowling Green and North Dakota before taking the Bronco job.

Wayne State, which last played varsity hockey in 1935, will begin anew for 1999-2000, and is expected to petition the NCAA for Division I status.

Strangers In A Strange Land

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California dreamin’
On such a winter’s day
— The Mamas and the Papas, “California Dreamin'”

Thursday, April 1, 1999

9:00 am PST

I have to get up. I don’t want to, but I have to do it. I need to get my credentials, and in turn I need to get a parking pass for the Pond or else I might have to lug my laptop over a mile. It goes back to this laziness thing. Always look for the closest spot, even when going to the supermarket.

I know that somewhere I read that you can pick up your credentials in the Hilton in Suite 315. Unfortunately as I search around the third floor, I can’t find a Suite 315. There is a 314, but no 315.

Maybe I’m in the wrong place.

So I head downstairs and try to figure it all out — to the Help Desk.

“Let’s see, media credential pickup. Hmmm. Can’t seem to find it.”

You’re kidding, right? I know I saw it; I wasn’t dreaming.

“Ah, yes, here it is. Suite 315 of the Marriott.”

Figures.

Luckily for me, the Marriott is right across the street. You see, the Marriott is the hotel where all the bigwigs stay. Us lowly media types get to stay in the Hilton, whereas the NCAA, the coaches, et al., get to stay in the official headquarters, which usually happens to be the Marriott.

I head on over, make my way upstairs to Suite 315 and find that it is indeed the correct room. I get my credentials, my parking passes and an authentic Ulu-Knife of the Arctic. I make my way out the door and realize to myself that I can’t accept a knife as a gift!

In my culture, a knife can never be given as a gift. In order for you to accept one you have to pay for it.

I make my way back into the credential room and I pull out a dollar. I tell the lovely young woman that I need to pay for this knife. She’s taken aback a little bit and waits a moment before saying something.

“Uh, I’ll make sure the folks in Anchorage get it.”

I can tell that she is absolutely shocked at this. She really didn’t know what to say. I shrug and I walk out.

Heading back to the Hilton, it’s pretty damn cold for California. I have shorts and a T-shirt on and there just is no chance that that’s all I’ll be able to wear for the rest of my stay.

Then out of nowhere, it’s the guru of USCHO! Tim is in the lobby with Lee, Scott, Lisa and Dave heading into the restaurant to eat. Exchanging pleasantries and ignoring Pops’ pleas to just go in and eat, we chat for a moment, and then I head back upstairs.

11:00 am PST

Time to head for the Pond. This is what we came here for — what it’s all about. Credentials in hand, car parked, we head for the real purpose. Why we came to Anaheim and the Frozen Four.

Free food.

We will find things to eat and eat them
We will find things to drink and we will drink them
That’s what we do, that’s why we’re here.

We head for the media meal, which Todd has already scoped out. He’s on point, with Lee and I flanking.

I forgot one thing: I have to call back East to take care of other business. I have found things to eat, but I can not eat them yet. Sad I am that I can not have my green eggs and ham.

I finally make it to the buffet and am a bit disappointed.

Don’t get me wrong. A free meal is always a good meal, but sometimes you wonder. It certainly wasn’t the feast that Ed Carpenter put on in Worcester.

With a sausage, pepper and onion sub in my tummy I head up to the press box. There I run into a lot of people that I haven’t seen in a year, who all seem to be glad to see me.

I deposit my gear at my assigned seat. It would seem that the USCHO contingent is sandwiched next to the Riverside News and behind the L.A. Times. We would come to learn more later.

Game one is underway, a great battle between Boston College and Maine. It’s classic hockey, real tense around the Pond. So I scan the crowd for superstars. I see Kurt Russell. Does he count?

Even more outstanding was the load of hot pretzels in the press box. Salted and non-salted. Soft and chewy. No one could ask for more.

Then they play the trivia game on the giant screen scoreboard. Some guy is being asked which of the following players did not participate in a Frozen Four: Paul Kariya, Brett Hull, Adam Oates and Tony Granato. Any hockey fan knows that it’s Granato, but this guy gets it wrong. Maybe the young lady holding the microphone distracted him?

Soon, we’re headed into overtime. Not bad, except everyone in the crowd is swearing because it’s ruining their between-games plans. I can tell that it’s ruining the plans of the woman next to me, from the Riverside News.

“You mean they play 20 minutes overtime?”

Sigh.

An exciting game ends with a Maine victory, and now the mad rush is on to get down to the press conferences. I decide to stay up in the press box because I have heard my fair share of stupid questions and I just want to relax.

Needless to say, we couldn’t go anywhere between games so we wound up hitting the buffet again.

Game two is a tight one between New Hampshire and Michigan State, at least until the Wildcats pull away in the third period.

We close up shop. Pops, who’s working lead on USCHO’s recaps this weekend, finishes his story and we head back to the hotel knowing that there will be people we’ll want to see later on in the evening.

11:00 pm PST

We head downstairs. The Hilton is looking a little thin on people so Pops, Todd and I slip over to the Marriott — we’ve heard this vicious rumor that there’s a Pizza Hut open in the lobby of the place.

Hell, right now my hand with ketchup on it sounds appetizing.

The rumor is true! We find little pan pizzas and, after wolfing them down, we’re all set to go with the fun.

I’m dressed pretty comfortably for a cool California evening. I have that Princeton T-shirt (see Part I) on and shorts, and who do I run into? The man himself, Princeton head coach Don “Toot” Cahoon.

Now Toot knows me as the ECAC guy for USCHO and the radio voice of Rensselaer, so naturally he’s a little taken aback that I have a Princeton shirt on. He does a double take, says hello and then he’s on his way with Joe Bertagna somewhere.

I then run into Kevin Beattie, the SID at Rensselaer. He and I chat for a while along with Lisa Audi, who has a hand in running the Pepsi Arena, the site of next year’s East Regional and the 2001 Frozen Four. They then hear about that vicious Pizza Hut rumor and head on off.

At this point, I am wondering where Pops is. I look over and there he is, buying a drink for Bertagna. Ever seen anyone suck up like Pops can? Not me.

Then I turn around, right into Dan Fridgen, head coach at Rensselaer. He spots the Princeton t-shirt that I am wearing and stares in disbelief.

“What are you doing wearing that?”

“I’ve got one for every team in this league.”

“So where’s your RPI shirt?”

“Uh, it’s up in the room.”

Then I do my best Dave Hendrickson impersonation.

“Would you like me to go put it on?”

Dan and I chat for awhile, until Bowling Green head coach Buddy Powers shows up, as does Kevin Sullivan, an ECAC official. We chat and then I head on over because the great guru Brule has shown up at the Marriott.

Tim, Todd and I then get into conversation with Jeff Sauer, the head man at Wisconsin.

I also run into some real good people — John Painter of the NCAA and Tim Danehy (better known as Danzer) of the ECAC, along with some of the staff from the tournament. Again more engagement of conversation and another weird look.

I know she’s thinking back to that dollar that I gave her for the Ulu-Knife of the Arctic.

I will always be the first to tell you that friendly conversation has led to some of the best leads that I have ever gotten. This night was no exception. Someone had mentioned to Todd and Tim that a certain coach in a 10,000 Lakes state would step down on Tuesday.

Then the second good tidbit came up. The Don Lucia to Minnesota thing.

2:05 am PST

Looks like things are winding down as we run into our good friend Charlie Shub.

2:06 am PST

The rest of the USCHO crew and Danzer wind up back at the Marriott, where we find the rest of the crew.

We hear that the traditional Barkan Bash is still going on upstairs, so we decide that we’re going to see what it’s all about. Then we think better of it. It’s time to get some sleep — plenty to do tomorrow.

Riding up the elevator I remember a conversation that Chris Lerch and I had earlier on in the day.

“Jayson, are you going to the Pond tomorrow to watch the practices?”

“Chris, I don’t think so. We’re in L.A.”

Lucia Takes Over Gophers’ Top Spot

Don Lucia, one of the leading candidates for Minnesota’s vacant coaching position since former coach Doug Woog’s resignation last week, was named the Gophers’ 13th head coach at a press conference Friday at Mariucci Arena.

This is Lucia’s third head coaching position. He spent six years at Alaska-Fairbanks, where he led his team to four winning seasons and compiled a 113-87-10 record. In 1993 he took the head coaching position at Colorado College and completely revitalized the program, leading the Tigers to three WCHA regular-season titles, two Frozen Four appearances amid five straight NCAA tournament appearances and a 166-68-18 record.

“To be a part of the tradition … the banners, the murals, the band — I am very, very excited about this opportunity,” said Lucia. “Hopefully I can add to the tradition.”

Lucia signed a six-year contract, including a base salary of $125,000 per year. That’s less than the reported $160,000 per year — plus a $1 million annuity — which the Tigers offered.

A Notre Dame graduate, Lucia placed a strong emphasis on academics, saying, “I want a program that the university, community and state can be proud of on and off the ice.”

High academic standards were also a priority for the university, in light of current academic fraud allegations against the university’s basketball program.

His new job is a homecoming for Lucia, who grew up in Grand Rapids, Minn.

Said Lucia, “This is probably the only job I would have left Colorado College for.

“I’m looking forward to coming home to Minnesota, where hockey is king.”

Nonetheless, Lucia, who guided Alaska-Fairbanks to Division I before coming to Colorado College, suggested that he may not practice an all-Minnesota recruiting standard, though he did say that any out-of-state recruits would have to be “very special” and that he favors a roster consisting “mostly” of Minnesota players.

OSU Netminder Maund Departs For Bigs

Ohio State goaltender Jeff Maund announced Friday that he has signed with the NHL’s Chicago Blackhawks, forgoing his final two years of eligibility.

The two-year deal struck Thursday — Maund’s 23rd birthday — includes a $700,000 signing bonus and a guaranteed $75,000 for minor-league play.

“There’s an education clause so that I can finish my schooling,” said Maund, “and I can bring my family down for my first NHL game. I’m really happy with it.”

Maund, a native of Mississauga, Ont., leaves Columbus on Friday for a week and a half in Chicago, after which he’ll return to Columbus until the camps for next season begin.

“They couldn’t guarantee me [a roster spot],” he said. “There will probably be a No. 2 spot open next season. They have two goalies in their system right now, so it’s probably going to be a battle between the three of us to try to get the number two.”

Maund said it will be hard to leave Ohio State and his teammates, and hard to play in minor-league facilities which will almost certainly be less imposing than OSU’s Schottenstein Center, but the money was even harder to turn down. An additional incentive was the thought of what he could do for his mother, Carol Maund, who he said “was both mother and father to me growing up.”

“You look at it next year, and it would’ve only been a one-year deal with a maximum of $500,000 to sign. I would’ve loved to have come back, but with that type of money … we’re not a wealthy family.

“It’s going to be nice to be able to do a lot of stuff for her, because she gave up so much for me.”

Strangers In A Strange Land

Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time
Can’t wait to tell you all what it’s like out there
They call it paradise, I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low, while the town got high
They call it paradise, the place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea
They call it paradise, I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye
— The Eagles, “The Last Resort”

California.

Where the rich and pretty play, where the young and the old frolic.

Where college hockey came for a weekend at the beginning of April.

Where the USCHO staff convened for the weekend.

God help us all.

Tuesday, March 30, 1999

11:05 pm EST

I’m a procrastinator. I know that. Right now I am wondering why I decided to put off packing for California and the Frozen Four until now.

Perhaps it’s because I have a 9:20 flight tomorrow morning. Perhaps it’s because I know I only need four hours’ sleep. Most likely, it’s because I’m just plain lazy.

11:59 pm EST

Where the hell are my shoes?

Wednesday, March 30, 1999

12:01 am EST

Where the hell is my Princeton T-shirt?

12:05 am EST

Hey, The Naked Gun is on TV!

2:00 am EST

I am wondering just exactly why my suitcase won’t close.

What is wrong with this suitcase? It just doesn’t want to zipper closed. I mean, I’m only packing for five days and four nights, right? With pants, shorts, shirts, shoes and other assorted sundries, I can’t be asking for much right about now — or perhaps I am.

2:15 am EST

All right, I got it closed. Aw, man, I forgot my toothbrush…

2:35 am EST

I jump for joy and churn the butter in my house. I have successfully closed my suitcase.

8:30 am EST

Time to head out of the house for the airport. The Great Adventure is about to begin.

I jump into the car and head on off with suitcase (neatly packed) and laptop and head down the highway towards the airport. The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful 50 degrees on this lovely morning. Nothing can get me down — I’m headed to California and the Frozen Four.

2:20 pm PST

Here I am, in the land of the stars. I get off the plane and wonder if I’ll run into any stars in the airport. I think to myself, “They have to be all over the place!”

I think I see the guy that uttered the unforgettable phrase, “Hey, it’s Enrico Pallazzo.” But then I realize it’s only Mike Machnik.

I had planned on meeting Mike, his wife Heather and Dave “Pops” Hendrickson at LAX. From there we would pick up our rental car and then get out on the highway to Anaheim.

So there they were, waiting. Soon we would begin the journey — putting our USCHO staff into a Winnebago and traveling the countryside, taking all challenges and earning money along the way.

No, wait, that’s Road Rules on MTV.

After all the pleasantries I notice that I actually packed the lightest and wonder how the other three actually closed their suitcases. Toting everything out to the curb, we meet our bus and head for the car rental.

Of course, I impressed all when we showed up and there was my name in lights on the board. Car trunk open, name on the space. Man, I love the Gold Club.

We realize that we have a problem — namely, how to fit all of our luggage into the car so that we can actually all go to Anaheim at one time. One of the major problems? Pops brought his golf clubs.

Heather Machnik is unbelievable. I think she has a Ph.D. in physics, the way she figured out how everything fit in the trunk of that car. The only thing that didn’t make the trunk was Pops’ golf club case. That laid upon two laps in the back seat.

She also uttered the first memorable phrase of the trip.

What you have to understand is that Pops is a frequent target of our barbs — not that he doesn’t deserve it. We always kid him that he’s the guy reaching retirement age at USCHO. It’s closer to truth than the old man would like to admit, and besides he dishes out insults faster than he can wolf down a plate of shrimp scampi (not a pretty sight, let me tell you) so he has to take it, too.

But although all the rest of us like to harass Pops without mercy (don’t feel pity for him; we harass everyone else too), Heather doesn’t. She actually treats him with — pardon me while I throw up — respect, the kind that a daughter might give to a father, perhaps.

So with one delicious slip of the tongue, she had us on the floor laughing our, um, heads off. Meaning to say “Dave,” Heather instead came out with …

“Dad.”

Pops had all the look of Julius Caesar confronting Brutus. (A scene Pops probably witnessed first-hand.)

We figured we were all going to California and that the weather would be great, right? Wrong.

Factor in the wind and the cold, I would say a wind chill of about 35 degrees was what it was like.

It was warmer on the East Coast.

Off we went, headed into the vastness and the jungle known as the California freeway system.

Everything was going just fine. We decided to use the carpool lane and besides we figured if we had any trouble, we had a golf club case shaped like a machine gun that would help us out.

Then we hit the traffic in Anaheim.

Several turns later, we found ourselves at the Hilton, where Phase II of our adventure awaited — checking in.

“I have a room for Dave Henderson,” says the desk clerk.

“No, that’s Hendrickson,” I reply.

“I have no Hendrickson, just a Henderson.”

“OK, yes, his name is Henderson. Can we have our rooms now?”

We had lost the first battle, but by golly, we weren’t going to lose the next.

“No, we don’t want to be on the thirteenth floor.”

“You would like the thirteenth floor?”

“No, not the thirteenth. And oh, yes, we want all three rooms on one floor.”

Now the guy next to him gets involved.

“How about the seventh floor?”

“Sounds good.”

“OK, your rooms are on the twelfth floor.”

Sigh.

We’re expecting Tim Brule, the president of USCHO, as well as the others — Paula Weston, Lee Urton, Scott Brown, Chris Lerch, Todd Milewski, Jim Connelly and Rich Tibbetts.

We’re wondering where they are when the clerk hands us a few messages. They’re from Scott and he’s telling us his room number. Just one hitch there, though. Seems like he has two rooms.

Sigh.

We run into Rich in the lobby of the Hilton. After a few moments of discussion as to where he is staying, we say goodbye. Rich is never to be seen again.

Editor’s note: I think I saw Rich at the UNH-Michigan State semifinal Thursday, but don’t tell Jayson. He’s got kind of an “Unsolved Mysteries” thing going here.

We head on up to the rooms and all of a sudden my phone rings.

“Hey, this is Scott. I’ve got Lee and Lisa (his wife) with me and we’re cruising on Rodeo Drive right now. Did you get a chance to post the preview on the site yet?”

“Uh, no.”

We tentatively make plans to meet back at the hotel around 7:30. Plenty of time for us to grab some grub before we meet up with Scott, Lisa and Lee.

Over dinner, we’re discussing Dave’s fiction, particularly a story that he wrote concerning the Vietnam War. Then it happened — the second memorable phrase gets uttered. Again it’s Heather.

“How is it that you got interested enough to write about Vietnam? You’re not old enough to have done a tour there…are you?”

Of course Mike and I are just laughing too hard to eat right now. Pops is less amused.

Back to the hotel to meet up with Scott, Lisa and Lee, and on the way there we discover this great radio station. 106.7 on the dial and they are playing Garbage, Korn, Manson, Hole, etc. Outstanding.

8:00 pm PST

The phone rings again. What a surprise; it’s Lee telling us that they are going to be late. Seems like they got stuck in that fabled L.A. traffic.

8:35 pm PST

The gang finally starts to arrive. Immediately Scott goes to work posting the preview for the Frozen Four. Some call it dedication. I call it procrastination. But, it gets up within the next hour.

We had made plans to go into L.A. and perhaps get a crack at getting into the Viper Room to mingle with the stars. Instead we wind up at the Hilton bar.

Lo and behold, who’s there? Paula and Todd, along with UNH color commentator Pete Webster. Pops offers to buy the first round since he has something published (probably something he wrote during the Vietnam War while on duty).

Mike and I listen to Pete recount his day’s adventures. Universal Studios, Hollywood…boy, are we jealous.

11:35 pm PST

It’s really 2:35 in the morning for me, so no wonder I’m beat. Off I go to get some shuteye. Meanwhile, Scott has left to go pick up Tim at the airport. The USCHO guru will be arriving soon — therefore, we need our beauty sleep.

Blais Signs Multiyear Contract With UND

Dean Blais has accepted a five-year contract to continue at North Dakota, the university announced Wednesday.

The contract, part of which will be paid through private donations made to the UND Foundation, includes $115,000 each year, use of a car, a membership in the Grand Forks Country Club, and a deferred $500,000 annuity.

“We have been extremely pleased and impressed with Dean’s leadership of our hockey program and his outstanding service to the University of North Dakota and the Grand Forks community,” said UND president Kendall Baker. Blais’ signing also removes him from the candidate pool for the vacant Minnesota coaching job.

In five years at UND, Blais, 48, has posted a 130-60-10 (.675) record, including three straight WCHA regular-season titles and the 1997 NCAA championship. Blais was named WCHA Coach of the Year in 1997 and 1999, and won the Spencer Penrose Award as national coach of the year in 1997.

Blais was hired May 21, 1994, becoming the Fighting Sioux’ 14th head coach. At the time, Blais was athletic director and head hockey coach at International Falls (Minn.) High School. He previously had served as an assistant coach at both Minnesota and North Dakota, including two NCAA title runs at UND.

Blais played four seasons at Minnesota, and then for the U.S. National Team in 1973 before a three-year minor-league career. He earned his bachelor’s degree in physical education from Minnesota in 1977 and his master’s degree in education from North Dakota in 1982.

New England D-I Coach Of Year, All-Stars Named

New Hampshire head coach Dick Umile was named Tuesday as the 1999 All-New England Division I Coach of the Year, in balloting conducted by the New England Hockey Writers Association.

Umile coached the Wildcats to their first-ever appearance in the NCAA championship game as well as the Hockey East regular-season title and a school-record 31 victories. He was previously named Hockey East Coach of the Year and is a candidate for the Spencer Penrose Award as national coach of the year.

The writers also named their 1999 All-New England Division I team, headlined by five players who competed in the NCAA title game.

NCAA champion Maine placed two players on the team: forward Steve Kariya and defenseman David Cullen. NCAA runner-up New Hampshire had three players named: 1999 Hobey Baker recipient Jason Krog, defenseman Jayme Filipowicz, and goaltender Ty Conklin. Two players were chosen from NCAA semifinalist and Hockey East tournament champion Boston College: forward Brian Gionta and defenseman Mike Mottau.

Five Hobey Baker finalists were among those chosen: Gionta, Kariya, Krog, Yale forward Jeff Hamilton, and Boston University goaltender Michel Larocque.

Nine of the players named were also members of the East All-America team: Cullen, Filipowicz, Gionta, Hamilton, Kariya, Krog, Larocque, Mottau, and Merrimack forward Rejean Stringer.

Also named to the team were UMass-Lowell defenseman Anthony Cappelletti and Providence forward Mike Omicioli.

The honorees will be recognized along with the writers’ other regional selections at the annual New England Hockey Writers banquet, to be held Wednesday, April 14, in Saugus, Mass.

1998-99 NEW ENGLAND DIVISION I ALL-STAR TEAM

First Team

Goaltender
Michel Larocque, Boston University

Defensemen
David Cullen, Maine
Mike Mottau, Boston College

Forwards
Jason Krog, New Hampshire
Steve Kariya, Maine
Brian Gionta, Boston College

Second Team

Goaltender
Ty Conklin, New Hampshire

Defensemen
Jayme Filipowicz, New Hampshire
Anthony Cappelletti, UMass-Lowell

Forwards
Jeff Hamilton, Yale
Rejean Stringer, Merrimack
Mike Omicioli, Providence

Clarkson’s Mitchell Turns Pro

Clarkson defenseman Willie Mitchell, the 1997-98 ECAC co-Rookie of the Year and a 1998-99 All-America, has opted to give up his remaining two years of collegiate eligibility, signing with the National Hockey League’s New Jersey Devils.

After a rookie season in which he compiled nine goals and 26 points, the 6-foot-3, 215-pounder — an eighth-round 1996 draft pick of the Devils — led all Golden Knight defensemen with 29 points (10-19) and a plus-13 rating in 34 games over the 1998-99 season.

His slap shot goal from center ice gave Clarkson a win over Princeton in the closing seconds of last season’s ECAC Tournament semifinal in Lake Placid, N.Y.

The native of McNeill, B.C., went on to be named MVP of the ECAC tournament, first-team All-ECAC and second-team Titan East All-America.

Woog Steps Down As Minnesota Coach

Following weeks of speculation about his job security after two consecutive sub-.500 seasons, Doug Woog stepped down Tuesday as head coach at Minnesota.

“This is an end, and yet a beginning,” said an emotional Woog at an afternoon press conference at Mariucci Arena in Minneapolis. “It’s important for people to know it was a volunteer decision. I could have come back and coached.”

Woog, who had been working under a series of one-year contracts, will remain at Minnesota as assistant athletic director. His duties in that position will include fundraising and some on-air work for Midwest Sports Channel, which broadcasts a variety of Gopher sports, including hockey. Reportedly, he will retain his $98,000 salary in his new job.

“I really enjoyed … the aspect of talking about hockey with an audience,” said Woog of his tenure as coach.

“Twenty guys [on a team] turn you off after about a month — well, now, four million viewers are going to have to turn me off,” he joked.

Woog, who had a 389-187-40 record in 14 seasons as the Gopher coach, had said at the close of his team’s season that he expected to be back for 1999-2000.

But critics pointed to the Gophers’ lack of success in the last two seasons — in which Minnesota did not qualify for the NCAA tournament after 13 consecutive appearances — as reasons for Woog’s departure. Woog had also been under greater scrutiny since a well-publicized incident in which he gave former Gopher player Chris McAlpine, who had exhausted his hockey eligibility, $500 for tuition in 1994.

“Quite honestly, everything about the hockey job was great,” he said. “But eventually, the answer [to another one-year contract] is no. And that’s fine.”

Woog, a Minnesota alumnus and a former hockey All-America, saw his teams claim at least a share of four WCHA regular-season championships and three playoff titles. In his tenure, the Gophers reached the NCAA title game once, losing to Harvard, 4-3, at the St. Paul Civic Center in 1989.

Rumors have cited Colorado College coach Don Lucia and North Dakota coach Dean Blais as the top candidates for the Minnesota coaching position. Both men have Minnesota ties, and Blais is an alumnus.

Colorado College sports information director Dave Moross confirmed to the Associated Press that that school has given Minnesota officials permission to talk to Lucia, who has not signed an extension to his current contract. Other reports have also indicated that North Dakota has given similar permission, but those were unconfirmed.

The View From The Left Coast

As the first-ever NCAA tourney played in Pacific time winds to a close, the official verdict is that the event was a rousing success. With 14,447 college hockey fans cheering the 10th overtime title game in tournament history, the atmosphere in Arrowhead Pond was every bit as exciting as last year’s venue, where thousands of local fans packed the FleetCenter to cheer on their Boston College Eagles.

“The crowd was great tonight,” said winning coach Shawn Walsh. “I’ve been to a lot of them. I’ve been to Milwaukee and Saint Paul and Providence and Lake Placid, and I think that for venues, for the development of the sport…I think this was the best choice.”

Spartan head coach Ron Mason said that Anaheim was a natural choice to give college hockey greater exposure. “With the explosion of youth hockey in this country, more and more college programs are going to have to be created to allow these players an opportunity to play at this level. A Pac-10 hockey conference would be great for the sport.”

But what was the tourney really like? How was college hockey received where palm trees outnumber pines, where illusion is a billion-dollar industry, where acceptable adult headgear includes personalized mouse ears?

Golden Gopher fan Betty Deustermann said, “I’ve been to four other Final Fours, but I made sure I was coming to this one. We’re here for a week and making a vacation out of it. We usually only go when it’s in the Midwest, so we won’t be going to Providence next year. But we always planned to come here.”

So Anaheim was a vacation destination. But was the tournament successful?

Mike Stanfell, sales representative for Gear Sports, the official supplier of NCAA licensed merchandise, said that because folks were vacationing, they were spending more money on merchandise. “Sales (of souvenir merchandise) have gone extremely well. Attendance wasn’t nearly what it was last year in Boston, but sales are up about 20 percent.”

Maine fan Lou Hardy said that he and his family were enjoying everything Anaheim had to offer.

“I brought my three kids with me. We came out specifically because Maine was in the tournament, but we absolutely took advantage of all the tourist attractions. We went to Disneyland today and Universal Studios yesterday. It was a long trip, but with the other ‘touristy’ things to do, it was worth it.”

Eight-year-old Patrick Bourgeault of Timmons, Ontario, said, “It’s been fun coming here. I went swimming and on the Queen Marie [sic].” His dad volunteers that they went to Disneyland. But young Patrick adds, “It was fun, but I hope it will be closer to home next year.”

While many fans enjoyed making a vacation out of the trip and the atmosphere at the Pond was pure college hockey, there were signs that this tourney was far, far way from rinks with names like Abel or Kelley or Ritter.

This NCAA tourney is the first in living memory to offer as a gift to the media a souvenir so threatening that it can’t be transported in carry-on luggage because it can be used as a weapon. But the commemorative ulu makes a lovely decoration (out of reach of small children).

And you won’t see a sign in the Munn press box that reads, “No cutoffs. No flip-flops.” — thongs, that is.

And you probably won’t see Kurt Russell at Lynah.

And in what other sport would you have to travel more than three thousand miles to the west to watch a national championship game played by two teams from two schools located just over two hundred miles apart, three thousand miles back east?

Culture shock aside, the NCAA seems to have had some success in selling this product to Californians.

Charlie and Alanne Tourina, Mighty Ducks’ season ticket holders, said that they enjoyed their first college hockey game. “It’s a lot quicker than NHL hockey — a lot more up and down,” said Charlie, who also said that he’d “definitely see more” of college hockey if he could.

Alanne added, “I think the whole atmosphere with the bands and students makes the game more exciting.”

But one Mighty Ducks fan who asked for anonymity gave a more candid opinion of college hockey’s chances in the shadow of Hollywood, Disneyland, and Beverly Hills. “Southern California doesn’t have a very good reputation for following anything very well.”

Game on.

Across The Pond

Paul Kariya … Brett Hull … Chris Chelios.

College hockey fans can point with pride to alums such as these who have made their mark in the National Hockey League. The success of these players is obvious to anyone with a TV or a newspaper box score.

But for every college hockey alum in The Big Show, there are many more plying their trade in more obscure venues. These may or may not feature packed houses and local media attention, and fans from Orono to Oahu might be hard-pressed to keep track of their favorite player’s progress.

One such venue is Europe, where several leagues offer opportunities that many players consider an ideal mix of skilled hockey on larger ice surfaces, fewer games and a comfortable lifestyle.

Three former Maine Black Bears — Kent Salfi (89-93), Jean-Yves Roy (89-92) and Chris Imes (90-95) — provide a window into the sport as it is experienced at outposts like Villach, Austria, and Ljubljana (pronounced Loob-liana), Slovenia.

Ker-ching, Ker-ching!

Professional hockey is, of course, a game played for money. The love of the sport runs through every player’s veins, but with a pro lifespan that pretty much maxes out at 15 years, an athlete must pay attention to the dollar signs, too.

“I had an offer in Sweden right away right at the end of my senior year,” says Salfi. “I was a free agent and, for me, it just didn’t make sense to go to a camp and try to earn a contract that way when I already had a decent contract on the table.”

The forward, who is now in his sixth season of European hockey, played two years in Sweden and another in Germany before moving up to the Austrian Elite League, where he now plays for Villach.

“Sweden had a very high skill level,” he says, “but wasn’t as physical. Germany was more North Americanized, but the skill level probably wasn’t as high as it was in Sweden.

“Now in Austria, this is the best of all the leagues. There are so many good players, so many Canadians, Swedes, Finns and Russians now in the league. It’s a real combination of skill and grit.”

Villach is one of five Austrian teams that play in the Elite League and the Alpenliga — the Alpen League — which also consists of nine Italian teams and three Slovenian teams. Although team strength fluctuates from year to year, Villach is typically a powerhouse, while the Italian teams tend to be the league’s weaker sisters.

For Salfi, the moves from Sweden to Germany to Austria were part of climbing the European hockey ladder.

“I was just trying to work my way up, taking advantage of better opportunities and better contracts,” he says.

Financially, the stronger European leagues are an attractive alternative to their North American counterparts other than the NHL.

“There’s no way I would do as well [back in the United States] as I do here in my situation,” says Salfi.

“You’re going to get your car and your apartment, that’s standard. And your money is all tax-free. The team will pay the taxes to the government on your behalf.

“The average [North American] guys in this league playing for a top team — and we’re one of the top teams — are probably looking to make somewhere between $60,000 and $100,000 after bonuses.”

The base salary — paid to Americans and Canadians alike in U.S. dollars — is augmented by bonus money that is dependent on the team’s performance.

“You have a structure where most of the guys are going to get something like 200 to 250 U.S. dollars extra per team point,” says Salfi. “So if you pick up a win, that’s two team points or something like $500 U.S.

“Which is nice. If you win 30 games, that’s an extra 15 grand.”

American citizens like Salfi still have to file tax returns in the U.S. unless they are out of the country more than 330 days in a year, but the European taxes paid on their behalf by the team become a Federal tax credit. As a result, players tend to owe more to their state’s Department of Revenue than the IRS.

The European leagues do place restrictions on how many foreign-born athletes — known as imports — any one team can have. While this limits the opportunities for North American players, it prevents the local talent base from being drowned in a sea of Canadians.

A court case brought by a soccer player three years ago, however, lifted this restriction for Salfi.

Since his father’s parents had both emigrated from Italy, he has played in Europe under an Italian passport. This has meant that he could play as a national for Italian teams, but an import for all others.

The court case, however, contended that the adoption of the one-nation, open-borders, open-trade concept known as the European Community should translate to the sports world as well.

“When that guy won his lawsuit, that changed everything,” says Salfi. “I played as an import my first three years, but now a guy like myself who has an Italian passport can play in any European Community country as a national. So I’m in Austria now and it’s as if I have an Austrian passport because they’re both part of the European Community.

“That lawsuit ended my days as an import and made me a lot more marketable. It’s so much easier to get a job at the higher levels when you’re not an import.

“In our league, each team is only allowed four imports, but they’re allowed unlimited numbers of guys with passports like myself. That’s how they end up with more Canadians and Swedes. Those players have passports.”

Unlike Salfi, Roy and Imes remain imports, but are doing quite nicely, thank you.

“In my case, I’ll always be an import,” says Roy, who is a teammate of Salfi’s once again after the two shared three years at Maine. “I’m a Canadian and there’s no way for me to get European passport like Kent.

“But the guys here don’t treat me like an import. They treat me just like one of the boys. That’s one of the beauties of the team here. Everybody makes you feel right at home.”

Roy’s path to Villach ran almost exactly counter to Salfi’s. Following his junior year at Maine, the three-time All-American signed a contract with the New York Rangers. After 23 games with the Canadian national team, he joined the Rangers’ American Hockey League (AHL) affiliate in Binghamton.

In his first two full seasons at Binghamton, he posted impressive scoring lines of 41-24–65 and 41-36–77 in 65 and 67 games, respectively. Despite his great numbers, however, he got little more than the proverbial cup of coffee — three games — with the parent club.

“I really thought I deserved a chance to play,” says Roy. “But there’s a lot more to professional hockey than just talent and hard work. There’s a lot of politics and a lot of economic reasons. At that point, I had signed a four-year deal with the Rangers that was a two-way deal all the way.”

A two-way contract results in a significant salary if the player makes the NHL team, but a much smaller amount if he does not.

“The money I was making in the minors was relatively low,” he says. “With my production in the minors, I was a cheap hire for them to have there. And they had one-way players in New York. They just couldn’t justify having me there.”

Roy was then traded to Ottawa and joined its AHL affiliate, but soon got the call to the parent club. Unfortunately, shortly thereafter the coach and general manager were fired and in the resulting shuffle Roy returned to the AHL, with the two-way contract perhaps again a factor.

The following year, he signed a one-year deal with the Bruins and got his first significant opportunity. In 52 games, he scored 10 goals with 15 assists.

“That was great,” says Roy. “I felt I had a chance to show what I could do. I think I did okay.”

After that season, he re-signed with the Bruins — a two-way contract — but another coaching change and a push to go with younger players again left him in the AHL.

“When they signed me to a two-way deal after my first year in Boston, I wasn’t too happy with that, but that was the business side of it,” he says. “Last year, when I was negotiating with different teams, I told my agent that if I didn’t get a big guarantee or a lot of money in the minors, I wasn’t going to bother. I was going to go over to Europe.

“There are many aspects of professional hockey. You play to show what you can do. You try to play in the NHL. That’s everybody’s ultimate goal.

“But then there are also money reasons. This is our job. It’s how we earn money. You always want to try to make as much money as you can because it’s a job that isn’t going to last forever.”

Midway through just his first year of European hockey, Roy is already doubtful that he’ll try an NHL comeback. Only the new opportunities that may beckon with continued expansion — into Atlanta next year and Columbus and Minnesota the following season — are likely to tempt him.

“I can’t say it’s absolutely out of the question,” he says. “I signed a one-year deal here and I’m sure I’ll be in close contact with my agent when summer comes around.

“If there is interest out there, I’m always willing to listen, but it would take almost a miracle for me to go back there.”

Like Salfi and Roy, Imes plays in the Alpen League, but unlike his former teammates, he’s a member of the Ljubljana, Slovenia, team.

After earning Hockey East Player of the Year honors in 1994-95, Imes returned to his boyhood stomping grounds and signed with the Minnesota Moose, a team in the International Hockey League (IHL). After just one year with the Moose — “a bad, bad year” — he packed his bags for Slovenia.

While Villach has tended to consistently be one of the Alpen League powers, Ljubljana has had its ups and downs. And usually because of ker-ching, ker-ching.

“Sometimes we can be really good, but sometimes we’ll be pretty bad,” says Imes. “My first year, we lost to Feldkirch [Austria] in the Alpen League finals. It just depends on the sponsors.

“Everything is on sponsorship here. Sometimes the sponsors will pull out or they don’t want to give as much money. Then, obviously, you can’t have a good team.

“But last year, they hosted the Ice Hockey World B Championships, and they came in second and just packed the house. Then they hosted the qualification for the A tournament here and they packed the house again, so they have quite a bit of money this year.

“But it’ll be interesting to see what happens next year. You never really know.”

The Life: Language, Travel and the Games

For the three former Black Bears, language hasn’t been a big problem. For the most part, the younger generation in all the European countries speak English reasonably well, since it is part of the standard school curriculum. And since the coaches at Villach and Ljubljana are Canadians, English is the language of choice in the locker room and on the bench.

Even so, the three have, to varying degrees, assimilated enough of the native tongue to at least get by.

“I speak Slovene pretty well now,” says Imes. “I’m not fluent, but I’ve taken classes and it’s my third year here. It’s not really a problem at all.

“Besides, there are only two million people in Slovenia, so you get American movies that are just subtitled and American TV.”

Salfi, as would be expected from his veteran European status, is the most linguistically advanced.

“I’m trilingual now,” he says. “But even when I first got to Sweden, the English was excellent there, as good as in any European country.

“And Austria is obviously a German-speaking country, so now I’ve had four years of German. So I speak it well. For me, there are certain people I speak German with; there are certain people I speak English with.”

Salfi’s fluency proved to be invaluable to Roy when the first-timer arrived in Villach this past fall.

“Kent was a big factor in my transition when I got here,” says Roy. “I spoke pretty much zero German, but Kent is very much fluent. He showed me all the stuff around town, told me a few words here and there and just helped tremendously.

“But I’ve learned a lot in just a short time. I can go into a restaurant and order all by myself now.”

More than compensating for any residual language difficulties, however, is a lighter schedule and less travel than players in North America would expect.

“We have 48 regular season games, and in the IHL and the AHL they have 80,” says Salfi. “And with smaller rinks back home, you get bumped and are grinding more.

“The game is physical over here, but with the size of the ice surface itself being bigger, it isn’t as possible to finish your checks as much you would back home. So the wear-and-tear factor is less, plus you’re playing fewer games.”

By itself, that could add an extra year or two to a typical player’s career.

Or even more for one like Imes, who has a type of rheumatoid arthritis in his back that might become even more problematic if subjected to the rigors of North American hockey.

Additionally, the travel is less of a grind.

“You don’t have the two- or three-week road swings that you would back home,” says Salfi. “Here, we’re centrally located [as is Imes in Slovenia], so the furthest trip is about seven hours by bus.

“So if we’re playing some town, we’ll most likely leave the day before and stay over, go play the game the next night and come back on the bus right after through the night. So you just don’t have the long road swings.”

In other words, the furthest road game isn’t much different than a Black Bear trip to Providence.

Not all European leagues, however, are quite as travel-friendly as the Alpen League. In Sweden, for example, the longest road trip is a long one, indeed.

“The travel there is self-contained in the country, but top to bottom in the country is about 25 hours by bus,” recalls Salfi. “The northern part of Sweden is 30 kilometers north of the Arctic Circle. It’s a long way up there.

“I played a game up in Kirin, which is where Borje Salming is from. We had to fly there. Our team was in central Sweden and it was still a two-hour flight because Kirin is 14 kilometers north of the Arctic Circle.

“There are about three hours of sunlight there a day in the winter. It was unbelievable.

“Where I lived, it was six or seven hours of sunlight a day, so it wasn’t a huge adjustment. But you can imagine that it would be brutal if you were way up in Kirin.”

The European game itself also differs from its North American counterpart, in large part because of the larger ice surfaces. Olympic sheets similar to the 200-by-100 one at the University of New Hampshire are the standard rather than the exception.

“You’re going to have a lot more time with the puck, so you have to be a little smarter,” says Imes. “Defensively, you can’t go chasing guys around as much. You have to play in the guts of the ice — the middle of the ice — a lot more.

“A lot of the times they’ll give you the outside and they’ll let you skate around with it, just as long as you can’t go to the center.

“And the rink size affects the forecheck. You have to use something like a trapping 1-4 forecheck a lot more.”

The stylistic differences have put the fun back into hockey for Roy.

“Here, they focus more on skills — passing, skating, shooting and stickhandling,” he says. “Back home, the game had gotten to the point where I really didn’t like it anymore.

“I don’t mind the physical play, but all the clutching and grabbing, tripping and holding — that gets old after a while.

“And the players are much bigger back home. It’s gotten to the point where it’s ridiculous. That’s fine. That’s the way hockey is going. But over here, I’m right in the average size of the players and I can use my speed and my skills. It’s a lot more fun when you play that way.

“If all the other factors were the same, as far as money and travel and everything, I’d still come here just for the fun part of it. Once you stop having fun when you play hockey, you might as well quit. I’ve got to say that my last year in the AHL, I wasn’t having any fun at all. This year, I’m really having fun.”

Roy will also be adding a little extra bit of fun this month. His wife is expecting their first child, who will be born on Austrian soil.

With a smile that you can hear over the phone lines, he says, “We’re going to have a Canadian father, a U.S. mother and an Austrian baby.”

Having fun, indeed.


This article first appeared in a slightly altered form in the Friends of Maine Hockey Newsletter.

Kristine Pierce – Hockey Humanitarian

When John Greenhalgh, the founding director of the Hockey Humanitarian award, received Kristine Pierce’s nomination from Rochester Institute of Technology sports information director Chuck Mitrano, he couldn’t help himself.

“She’s not eligible,” he told Mitrano. “She’s an angel.”

She’s also this year’s recipient, announced Friday in Anaheim, Calif., site of the Division I Frozen Four. The Hockey Humanitarian Award Foundation prefers “recipient” to “winner” since, according to trustee Jeffery Millman, “All [the nominees] are winners.”

The decision must have been a difficult one for the committee, based on the impressive list of achievements attributed to all five finalists: Pierce, from Division III RIT, Jamie Baby from the University of Alabama-Huntsville, Pete Gardiner from RPI, Ryan Reinheller from Alaska-Fairbanks, and Sara Nelson from Dartmouth.

The award, which recognizes “college hockey’s finest citizen,” was instituted in 1996 to honor the courage and dedication of Boston University’s J.P. McKersie, who not only came back from a debilitating injury, but also made a difference in the community.

“With all the negative attention paid to so many athletes, we thought it appropriate to honor the athletes who serve as role models,” said Millman.

It’s been given annually since then. Kristine Pierce is the first women to win the award, and the first player from a non-Division I institution.

For Pierce, the award caps a college career that is nothing less than astounding on and off the ice. A skilled blueliner, Pierce came to RIT in 1996 “on top of the world,” ready to play the game she loved at the collegiate level. She had already successfully overcome dyslexia, was getting good grades in school and logging many hours as a volunteer for many causes in the Rochester, N.Y., area.

But things changed on December 2 of that year, when she was told that the lump on her neck wasn’t a cyst. She had Hodgkin’s disease. John Bennett, one of her physicians, described her situation as “a very bulky disease inside of her chest.”

The only way to save Kristine was six months of intensive chemotherapy and 21 straight days of beam radiation treatments. Pierce was at first in denial about her situation, but soon decided to attack the cancer. “It was like it was the third period and I was losing,” she said. “I had to work hard.”

She successfully completed the treatments and was pronounced cancer-free on August 8, 1997. Even before that, she had decided to rededicate herself to the many causes she supported, and, in light of her cancer, begin to work with other patients as well. “When I started to feel better, and my hair started growing back, I said to myself, ‘I’ve got to get off this couch and get back in the world.'”

Kristine’s world has included volunteering for 27 different charities and causes on 199 separate occasions. In total, she has spent at least 485 hours to date “giving back.” These activities included:

  • Camp Good Days and Special Times for kids with cancer
  • Big Brother/Big Sister Programs
  • Inner-city soup kitchens
  • Habitat for Humanity
  • Organizing Girl Scout cookie drives
  • The “I Can Make It” program for kids with learning disabilities
  • Babysitting for the poor
  • Working with girls’ hockey programsShe once wrote about her dedication to volunteerism, “It is those little things that make a difference. What is important to me now is putting smiles on people’s faces; helping those in need and making a difference in this ever-so-changing world. Volunteerism is what makes me most happy. The sense of gratification I get from these acts cannot be bought, sold, or packaged. Most important is that the world becomes a better place.”

    None of the many hours spend working with those in need affected her schoolwork, where she earned several academic scholarships and a host of other awards for academic and humanitarian achievement.

    Oh, and she played hockey too – with the same passion that she approaches all things. Pierce, who has worn the “C” many times throughout her youth hockey career, including times when she was the only female on the team, captained the Tigers her final three seasons. She was an All-ECAC defenseman and a Division III All-American. This season, hindered by injury, she still scored seven goals and led the Tigers to an ECAC playoff berth.

    When asked about future plans, Pierce is true to her nature. “I honestly don’t know. I’m graduating in May, but I have no definite plans. I’ll go wherever life takes me,” she said. “I know why God dealt me the hand he did. And I would never trade places with anyone else.”

    Kristine’s not worried about her future. She’s faced enough adversity and understands life well enough to know that with the right attitude and a desire to win, anything is possible.

    As she says, “Once you remember that every day is a gift, you never have a bad day.”

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