When I solicited blog ideas a couple of days ago, Martin Duval wrote "How about something on why Max Pacioretty and Matt D'Agostini are still in the NHL?" An excellent question, and one that Canadiens coach Jacques Martin and general manager Bob Gainey are in a better position than I'm in to answer. As a sixth round draft pick, it's entirely possible that the 23 year old D'Agostini overachieved as a rookie and that his actual worth is somewhere between last season's splashy debut and this year's sophmore letdown. Pacioretty, 21, LOOKS like an NHL player and SKATES like an NHL player and SHOOTS like an NHL player, but lacks the polish and/or confidence that comes with time spent at minor league finishing school. Trouble is, a cursory look at the numbers for the Habs' AHL affiliate in Hamilton suggests that no one's lighting up the Steel City to the point of warranting a promotion to Montreal.
-Seconds after Dallas quarterback Tony Romo turned the ball over for the third time whilst tanking against Minnesota yesterday, I received the following e-mail from longtime friend, colleague and mentor Mark Burns:
I understand that Roger Staubach is contemplating suicide for the sheer pleasure of spinning in his grave."
Mark should still be on the radio somewhere. Meanwhile, if head coach Wade Phillips' goose is cooked in Dallas, Romo's should at the very least be stuffed and basted.
-I realize football is a game of emotion and that the intensity level multiplies during the playoffs, but when a running back jumps up and down and pounds his chest to celebrate a four yard gain on first down, isn't it a bit like a CLSC nurse doing a sack dance after taking someone's blood pressure? Self-exalting histrionics should be reserved for the remarkable rather than the mundane, if there's a place for it at all. I still like guys who celebrate touchdowns by casually tossing the ball to the nearest official and jogging back to the huddle for the extra point. That's cocksure without making a spectacle of yourself.
-That burgundy velour smoking jacket Shannon Sharpe was wearing on the Saturday edition of the NFL Today on CBS looked exactly like the upholstery in my father's 1976 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight Regency, minus the coffee stains and cigarette burns. (Okay, there might have been some beer stains and roach burns as well, but those weren't Dad's.)
-Roman Hamrlik would be a good porn star name (although it would have to be spelled "Hammerlick"). Dit Clapper...not so much.