Just two years after moving south from Toronto, the ceremony is quickly devolving into a goofy, almost Golden Globes-esque mess... and that's exactly what it needed after being nearly starched to death in its old format.
Let me clarify here: when I write
And loose this was. Not quite live-without-a-net, but close enough. There was a TelePromptr on hand, but almost everyone who used it, especially host
So, what worked? Start with Mohr. A surprising choice to act as emcee, especially considering how often he's taken shots at the sport, but he was key to the overall Vegas vibe. He avoided the long monologue and kept his segments brief and punchy while getting in a couple shots at the expense of the Bruins and Coyotes. Oh, and he did a killer
High marks to Ovechkin himself, who spent the duration of the show cutting up like the class clown and proving once again that there is no one around this game who is having more fun than Alex.Yeah, he slips on the black hat every once in awhile and his English is worse than a Bullwinkle villain's, but the guy's personality is infectious. Every day that he's not the league's top marketing priority is a wasted opportunity.
Some other highlights from the gala evening:
An entertainment lineup that was pertinent to this decade. The ideal choice for a musical act would have been The Fratellis, whose song
And then there was the highlight of the night: this taped segment featuring
Poor kid will probably be called Silver the rest of his life.