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Larry Kwong

Ice hockey player from Canada, of Cantonese extraction. He was denied a job with smelter due to his ethnicity.



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Islanders at DC Capitals

It’s a well played game @ the Verizon Center in DC. Islanders score a goal right off the bat but lost 3-2. Our section has many Islanders’ fan, which made us feeling at home, even it the sea of red.

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Pond hockey Festival

The winter ice hockey take it out doors and into the river or lake. This is at the 1000 Islands in upstate New York at Clayton, NY.

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The hockey nomad goes to Russia

This documentary about a Canadian musician and fan of ice hockey (Dave Bidini)  who went to search for some action in Russia is pretty good, 52 min long YouTube. It’s made in 2005. The little cute blond boy who lost his brother, in the interview is Evgeny KUZNETSOV, the Washington Capitals’ forward now. His view of How We Play Hockey in Russia, written Dec 28, 2015.

Tales From Abroad: Russia by Ryan Whitney, a retired pro, on Jan 11, 2016, told his short tenure in Russia. “NHL is heaven.” oh my.

And the ice hockey stickers on the car windows.

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Letter to My Younger Self

Brian Trottier

Kid, I’m from the future. I’m you, 50 years from now. You’re looking at me like, “You? The guy with the mustache and all the scars? What the heck happened to me?”

Well …

The disco era. That will inspire the mustache.
18 seasons in the NHL. That will give you the scars.
Now I know you’re thinking — that’s impossible. There’s no way. You’re 10 years old, and you just watched Jean Beliveau lift the Stanley Cup on Hockey Night in Canada on your black and white TV in 1966. It seemed like the broadcast was coming from the moon. It didn’t seem real. You tell your parents you want to be Jean Beliveau, but it’s like you’re saying you want to be Superman.

And you — you’re just kid on a farm in Saskatchewan in the ’60s. Life is so simple. There’s precisely one TV channel. You’ve never even seen a “hockey card.” There’s an actual siren that goes off at 9 p.m. in your tiny town that warns all the kids to go home.

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Former NHL player details years of abuse at hands of father

Patrick O’Sullivan has a strong aversion to baked beans. The smell of freshly-cut grass can send him into an emotional tailspin.
And even when he played in the National Hockey League, and the days of being beaten by his dad were behind him, he still instinctively scanned the crowd for his face in the arena every night.
The 30-year-old O’Sullivan seemed destined for hockey greatness, but it all went horribly wrong at the hands of his father.
In “Breaking Away: A Harrowing True Story of Resilience, Courage and Triumph,” O’Sullivan writes in unflinching detail about a childhood of physical abuse and emotional cruelty. His hope is that people start talking about what happens in some homes after the lights of the arena are turned off.
“I think it’s a story that is far too common — maybe not as extreme as mine — but there’s a lot of people, parents or even coaches that think they’re going to be the difference-maker in their kid making it, whether it sports or music or whatever,” O’Sullivan said. “You do a lot more harm than you do good.
“It’s important because the subject involved is kids, and they don’t have a voice of their own, they can’t change their circumstances, someone needs to do that for them.
“There’s a lot of people that don’t even know it goes on, it’s a very private thing, ‘it’s not my business anyways.’ A lot of people don’t want to know because it puts them in a tough spot. They think they saw something, they’re not sure, they don’t want to know anymore. That’s got to change.”
O’Sullivan had a ton of promise. He was the OHL and CHL rookie of the year in 2002, and the AHL’s top rookie in 2005. He remains the all-time leader in games, goals, assists and points for the Mississauga/Niagara IceDogs franchise. He played 334 NHL games over eights seasons with Los Angeles, Edmonton, Carolina, Minnesota and Phoenix. He played in three world junior championships, scoring the winning goal to lift the United States over Canada for gold in 2004.
But away from the spotlight he lived a nightmare. In “Breaking Away,” written with Gare Joyce and released this week, O’Sullivan describes the years of abuse, and the frustration with those who turned a blind eye.
He recounts, in gag-inducing detail, a dinner of Spam and baked beans his dad John — nicknamed “Crazy John” over the course of his failed hockey career — served him. When O’Sullivan vomited up the meal, his dad forced him to eat it. The horrific cycle repeated several times. O’Sullivan was eight at the time.
There were nights he was locked outside until morning. He was forced to run, weighed down by his sweaty equipment, behind his dad’s van after games. He was woken up in the night to do “pushups until my arms gave out. . .situps until my stomach cramped.”
“When I came off the ice after practice or a game, I never knew exactly what was next, but I knew it was going to be bad,” O’Sullivan writes.
“I’d be looking at an hour or two or more of my father’s conditioning program, running the steps in the arena stands like a hamster on a treadmill or chasing after the van for two or three miles. If he didn’t think that was toughening me up, he’d slap me around. Every year he was ramping it up: slap in the face when I was eight; a slap with more force and a kick in the ass when I was nine; a punch when I was 10; a big right hook on my jaw and a kick in the gut or ribs until I was gasping when I was eleven, twelve and thirteen.”
O’Sullivan was born in Toronto but grew up largely in the U.S. He was already living the life of a hockey drifter, he said, by age nine, moving towns and teams each season as his dad wore out one welcome after another.
Fearing for his life one night at age 16, O’Sullivan fought back. He eventually got a restraining order, and when he attended the 2003 NHL draft — which saw him freefall from a projected top-five talent way down to 56th overall — he was flanked by two security guards.
O’Sullivan said he’ll carry the emotional scars forever. Sitting in a coffee shop in a posh Toronto hotel, he fidgeted in his seat. He said he has trouble sitting still. There are certain triggers, like the smell of freshly-cut grass. He was regularly beaten after cutting the lawn if his job was not up to his dad’s impossible standards.
“A lot of things around the game of hockey too, certain smells at the arena, stuff like that,” he said.
“If you push a kid really hard, and then they decide to stop playing, I think a lot of people think it’s over then, but it’s a life-long thing, and it’s day to day. For me, each day, things happen and now I’m at the point where I can recognize the triggers. Kids that are abused, it doesn’t go away when they become adults.
“It’s the worst thing you can do for a kid. As somebody who has kids myself, I can’t wrap my head around it at all, it’s the thing I struggle most with. It’s the decision, for the adult to think ‘This is the answer, this is what I should do.'”
O’Sullivan said he’s proud of his hockey career. He still loves the game, and enjoys watching his friends play.
“Hockey was the one thing that always got me through,” he said. “And hockey has always been love-hate for me. It was what I love the most, but it was also the most direct thing that caused me the most pain and suffering and difficulties in my life.”
He’s teaching his two sons — Nathan is two and Henry, four — to skate, but would be happy if they never played hockey because it’s a “ruthless business.”
After spending the better part of a year writing his book, O’Sullivan, who lives in Naples, Fla., with his wife Sophie and two sons, is turning his attention to his future. He’s not sure what it holds, but speaking about this topic will almost assuredly be part of it.
“I’m just starting to feel like I’m getting my life back from the game of hockey,” he said. “Taking control of my own happiness, that’s the biggest thing. Hockey doesn’t define me, and I didn’t realize that for most of my life because it was all I knew. It’s kind of like a new beginning for me and what I want to do next.”

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P.K. Subban

WOW wow wow first black captain of NHL (Montreal Canadiens) and very well spoken charming young man [强]💪 🐂🐂 冰球第一个黑队长. 捐款 $10 million 儿童医院 💪💪
He’s drafted in 115th or so but when nhl saw how good he’s on and off the ice, they jumped oh his kid brothers. Some improvement -:).
The $10 mil donation was made when he’s so young (born 1989 in Toronto): most players do after they retire from the sport. Also,it’s NOT a small change from his contract: $65 mil over next 7 years.

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The Wannabe

NJ Devils defenceman Sheldon Souray wrote a short and sweet memoir, titled The Wannabe. At the end, he thanked a few people that inculded

Ken Daneyko: What kind of guy gets called into the GM’s office and is told he’s being sent to down to the minors and replies, “No … No, I’m not.” Then goes out for practice and convinces the brass to send somebody else down instead. You’re a legend, King.

Souray probably should have added that Daneyko had won 3 Stanley Cups with the Devils. From what Souray has described here, Ken was bold, which reminded me of a tennis outing about ten years ago.

I was playing doubles with three dads. My partner was from China. There was two courts in our section, without partition. The two guys on the other court didn’t play well. Their ball was flying all over the place.

Tennis etiquette has it, if your ball rolled onto next court, you wait till their point is over before you go to retrieve. Better yet, we or I always return the ball at first opportunity.

So the first time one of the two came onto our court to retrieve their ball, none of the dads said anything, even we returned their ball promptly.

Next, one of them got onto our side of the court. Another tennis etiquette is getting on to other’s court is rude, short of invading. Then next trip he wade into our court was deep into the middle of the court, behind the baseline, that I almost collided with him.

I lost my temper. First of all, one of the boys should have warned them that it’s a no no. But since they said nothing, the two felt they had granted a free pass. Secondly, I felt my safety was in danger. So I creamed, “get the *&^$$ out of my court!”

The courts stood a still for a second. The two said, “this isn’t a Wimbledon, relax.”

“Relax? To hell with you. You stay out of my court.”

To my surprise, my two Chinese opponents apologized to them, right in front of me. That didn’t sit well with me. Buddy, they were shaving you, I stood up for you, was this the way you replay me?

Chinamen, in some quarters has the rather slight reputation due to their meek and timid. The two certainly took that and waded into our court again. This time, my partner walked up to him and said, “Stay away from our court.”

Thanks partner! You couldn’t imagine how grateful I was, for the support. They were chest to chest. My partner stared down at him. His partner came over and pulled him away.

When we left, our partner didn’t forget to bow slightly to the pair as we passed by their court.

I never played with this 龟公 or eunuch 太监 again, -:)

Maybe I was over sensitive but I’ve ran into the same situation a couple of times. Once a none Chinese neighbor won’t return our new ball. And my male Chinese partner and opponents didn’t have the guts to ask for our ball back. It’s incredible and unbelievable. Come on guys, stand up.

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Radek Martínek

Hubby’s team won 2:0 tonight. As they were drinking in the locker room to wind down, in came a guy… after he put on his gears and the hamlet, did the guys realize he’s Radek Martínek, the retired Czech defenceman. His team has Garth Snow, the Islanders GM. It doesn’t happen in tennis, perhaps ice hockey is a team sport, need five guys to form a team when tennis needs just one.


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18 years old made history @ NHL Draft 2015

Song Andong is the first Chinese ever being drafted by NHL. The draft is still going on in Florida right now. Song is from Beijing, 6’1″ 18 岁. NHL was founded 1917 … here comes the dragon.

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Being drafted only means you have a potential employer. You still have to prove yourself to earn a contract from the team – Islander in Song’s case. Drafting a youngster is to find the diamond in the rough = the team hopes he turns out to be good enough to make the team.

Every major league sport has draft. The location varies. Not too long ago NFL held its draft in New York City at the W Hotel. I happened to be meeting a friend for a drink, unaware of the event. Boy, the lobby was saturated with skinny, well dressed girls looking for action. It was actually pretty fun to watch.

Song’s draft is possibly due to:

  1. He’s good enough to be drafted, even at 172th (6th round)
  2. A good marketing gimmick
  3. Charles Wang the owner of Islanders
  4. all of the above

Regardless, Song is the first Chinese and in doing so, 2.5 million Chinese are watching in China right now.

Unfortunately, Islanders has just moved out of Long Island – this is another long story about Charles Wang – that bureaucracy is everywhere – stay tuned.

He’s the Islanders’ former goal tender for the team and current GM. He’s my hubby’s teammate on the recreational league.

Daniel Sprong is talented but plays selfishly, being drafted in the second round. Song’s draft is listed on the right at #11.

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