Goalie fights are a guilty pleasure
New York Islanders goalie Rick DiPietro, bless him, finally found yet another way to get injured: by taking a solid left hook last week from Pittsburgh Penguins netminder Smokin' Brent Johnson flush in the face.
Injured reserve is the only reserve in the rambunctious DiPietro, who conceded that he started the endgame mess by coming out of his crease to deliver a high forearm on the pot-stirring Matt Cooke, a petulant act that ultimately led to the facial fractures and swollen knee that will keep the Islanders' brittle goalie out of the lineup until sometime next month. Since signing that Idi Amin Goaltender for Life contract in September 2006 -- 15 years, $67.5 million -- DiPietro has played only 163 games, and just 38 since the start of 2008-09, because of a plethora of injuries.
As Mark Spector as Sportsnet.ca notes, DiPietro is in the Islanders trainer's room so much that when he walks through the door, everyone shouts, "Norm!"
The DiPietro-Johnson fight rippled through the NHL, eliciting more comment than the slugfest between the Boston Bruins and Dallas Stars last Thursday that featured three fights in the first four seconds, a rank embarrassment that new NHLPA director Don Fehr should remember the next time the NHL mentions that it would like to crack down on so-called staged fights.
(The antecedent of that mess was the November 2008 gong show between the teams, precipitated by a Steve Ott hip check. Former Star Mike Modano called the debacle of his team's 5-1 loss, which also featured the antics of Sean Avery, "idiotic and stupid ... one of the most embarrassing things I've ever seen.") Anyway, the question of the day: why do we fuss over fighting goalies?
The answer: the idiocy of the goalie fight constitutes the NHL's guilty little pleasure.
"When two goaltenders go at it, everybody's like 'Wow,'" Philadelphia Flyers coach Peter Laviolette says. "Everybody. Coaches. Players. 'The goalies are going to go!'"
"It just seems so wrong," said Flyers enforcer Jody Shelley, a smile creasing his face. "Doesn't it?"
There is something medieval about two men with overstuffed pillows on their legs and wearing the modern equivalent of breastplates slugging it out, an Arthurian moment in our Facebook world. Late in an ill-tempered game last month between the Flyers and Ottawa Senators, fans in Philadelphia's Wells Fargo center took up the chant, "goalie fight, goalie fight." Clearly goalie fights appeal to some of our oldest, and basest, impulses.
There are, of course, two other explanations for the NHL's utter fascination with the goalie fight:
"Because they don't happen very often, they're very passionate," Nashville Predators assistant coach Brent Peterson says. "Very aggressive. Detroit-Colorado ... that was pretty exciting. (The Avalanche's
"Back in the day there were a lot of goalies who could beat the crap out of a lot of guys. They're frustrated forwards, I guess. They're frustrated enforcers behind the mask."
"Guys challenge you from down the ice, 180 feet, and then they meet in the middle," Peterson says. "It's a unique thing."
"It's got to be business," Shelley says, "because when it happens, it's like a production. The long skate. They take the mask off. They're ripping at the Velcro (on their equipment). Then they got to try to throw punches in that chest protector."
"There was a five-on-five brawl in Toronto my rookie year, and I had just replaced Beezer, who had been pulled," says Flyers goalie Brian Boucher, referring to John Vanbiesbrouck. "There's a delayed penalty and (Curtis Joseph) is at the Toronto bench, 30 or 40 seconds. He's on the bench, drinking water and then he starts coming in on me. I'm like, 'What are you doing?' Are we going to go?'
"I'm in a tough position. I don't want to get thrown out of the game and have to have Beezer go back in. I'm like, 'what am I going to do? Is Beezer going to be pissed if I go and start fighting?'
"When a guy gets pulled, he probably expects that's it for the night. He doesn't expect his backup to go in and start throwing punches and get tossed out. Cujo and I got our gloves off and we're just dancing, grabbing on to each other, and I'm saying 'Are we going to go?'
"He never answered me. If he had said yes or had thrown a punch, I would have had to fight, but I wasn't going to initiate it. That's the closest I've come to a fight in the NHL. So when Cujo signed with Phoenix (in 2005), the first day I met him, I went up to him and said, "Should we finish what you started?'"