Snowman On Fire

Livingston’s own Dale Reinhardt is going pro - specifically, he’s been signed to a contract wth the Bakersfield Condors of the ECHL, and has been invited to camp starting next week with the Ducks’ AHL affiliate, the Iowa Chops (talk about lipstick on a pig….). As youth hockey gets underway once again, inevitably some young players are tagged as having the potential play hockey professionally. Here’s an inside look at what it takes to go from the local rink to the D-1 arena to a hockey paycheck:

Dale, tell us a bit about your youth and college hockey careers.

I played at the NJ Colonials till Bantams. Then as a Bantam moved to the Devils where I was part of the Devils Bantam National Championship team. Then I went to High School at Delbarton and won a State Championship as a Sophmore, was a three time all-state selection and hold the school scoring record. [ed note: with 247 points in 4 seasons]. I then went to College Of The Holy Cross, a part of the Atlantic Hockey’s D-1 conference (there is sometimes confusion with Holy Cross’s conference and division due to its size.) At Holy Cross I rank 8th all-time in points and goals and 7th in assists in the school’s D-1 history. I was also a part of a huge upset in college hockey history when we beat Minnesota in the opening round of the NCAA tournament as the 16th seed in a 16 spot tourney, advancing the to Elite-8. I was also a nominee for the Hobey Baker award this year.

What are some of your youth hockey highlights?

I have numerous great youth hockey memories. Certainly winning the National Championship as a Bantam and State Championship as a Sophmore at Delbarton. However, I think my best memory was my first year of squirts while at the Colonials. I was fortunate enough to get the opportunity to play up a level. I was of Mite age but was permitted to play on the Squirt AAA team with my brother and my father as coach. Being that my brother [ed note: Tyler Reinhardt] and I are 2 1/2 years apart we never really got a chance to play together and this was a unique and memorable year and probably my most enjoyable as well.

All of my coaches had a unique part in shaping me as a hockey player. I mentioned earlier that my father coached me for a good part of my life. He did not play much hockey growing up but was a football player and a good athlete. Like me, was slightly undersized as a football lineman, and as a result needed to be smarter and faster than his opponents in order to compete. These were things that he instilled in me. He taught me to learn the game, and be able to out think my opponents and anticipate their actions. He also taught me to have passion. He coached so passionately that it rubbed off on me. He also always coached with great character and dignity. He taught me to carry myself in a similar manner.

A second influence as a coach on me was [New Jersey Devils Youth Hockey Head Coach] John DiNorcia. John continued what my father had started in terms of teaching me the intelligence of the game. John is a great X and O’s coach. Another thing I took from John was to play with confidence. He always seemed to have a great confidence level in every player he put on the ice and I think that transferred to his players. This can go a long way in helping a young players game. Finally, I have to mention is Bruce Shatel. Bruce may be the most competitive, passionate coach I ever met. He taught me great lessons in work ethic and desire. These lessons could not have come at a better time in my hockey life, what most would call a turning point. I was in high school and was a borderline D-1 to D-3 player. Really where I ended up depended on me and the decisions I made. Bruce always made me accountable for my play, whereas some coaches may have let a bad game or shift slide because of my overall performance. I needed this push and am indebted to Coach Shatel for it.

With such great experiences in youth and high school hockey, what advice do you have for young players and their parents?

The most important thing I can say to any parent with a young kid playing hockey is to ensure that your kid is having fun. This will lead to
success. Don’t push your kids too much!!! and also don’t let hockey consume your life. Play other sports as a young kid, this will help you better develop all the skills you will need as a hockey player later in your life. Playing D-1 hockey isn’t the only goal, though. My brother Tyler played D-1 club hockey at the University Of Rhode Island, and played some great competition including winning a national championship there. He made very lasting friendships and had a wonderful experience.

There is only so much you can control so have fun, work hard, and let happen what happens. Also, if your aspirations are to play college hockey, pay attention to the fact that the adjective is “college” — you have to have good grades to acheive that goal. School is as important in this process as your hockey ability. There are roughly 60 D-1 colleges and 1,200 D-1 college players every year. You are competeing against an enormous pool of players for 1 of 1,200 spots. If you have poor grades your chances are pretty much cut by about two-thirds. If it comes down to you and another player of equal ability, a school will take the better of the two students.

What other factors do you think shaped your path?

While I worked very hard I was also very fortunate. Playing at Holy Cross arose as an opportunity while I was unsure of what to do next; I was thinking of going to play juniors in the EJHL when I went to the US National Team Development Programs Select tournament. (Holy Cross hockey coach) Paul Pearl was a coach of the Massachuetts region select team and we played them. I happened to have a good game and he called and the rest is, as the saying goes, history. Going from college to pro was a very similar situation. After our season ended this year I was unsure of my future, searching for jobs and considering hockey possibilities. I did not have a great senior year at Holy Cross and was unsure of my chances to move on professionally. I went up to the rink one day after our season to ask coach Pearl his opinion of my chances. It just so happened that earlier that day he had received a call from the Bakersfield Condors and they were interested in signing me to end their season. I went out and played phenomenally and again the rest is history. So really I have never expected any of the success I have had, but I have just continued to try and keep my head down and working hard and let whatever happens take its course.

While the Boston area has a strong religious diversity, one often overlooked religion is ice hockey. What was it like playing in a part of the country with deep Original Six roots and the legacy of Bobby Orr? What were your overall experiences gonig from high-end high school hockey to D-1 college hockey?

I could not have had a better college experience than I had at Holy Cross. However, I am certain my experience is much different from those at Harvard or BC or BU. The biggest difference in hockey terms were that everyone you are playing with was the best on their team wherever they came from. Everyone was excellent. The difference between a first line guy and a (scratched) guy sitting in the stands was tiny and came down mostly to execution and work ethic. I came into my freshman year at Holy Cross at 18 years old and having no idea what to expect. The next youngest guy on the team was 20 years old. I was not nearly in the physical shape that was necessary for me to compete at the D-1 level. I sat our first 10 games because I was out of shape and underprepared. However this motivated me more than it discouraged me. I knew I was as good, or better than the players playing ahead of me. I got my chance to prove it and seized the opportunity. By the end of the season I was playing 2nd line and never looked back.

The biggest hockey difference is the speed. Everything happens much more quickly than in youth hockey. The transition for me went more smoothly than some others because I always prided myself on being an intelligent player and was able to anticipate and make decisions quickly in order to keep up with the speed.

Talk about playing professional hockey - getting paid to play a game you so clearly love.

The opportunity to play professional hockey is not something I am taking lightly. I feel very privileged and exhilirated. My life-long dream was to play D-1 hockey and I attained that goal. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having the opportunity to play professionally. To me this is all gravy, but I am going to work extremely hard and see where it can take me. I will again try and seize the opportunity as I did in college.

Each year, the NHL draft takes center stage as soon as the Stanley Cup finals are over, and yet it seems like any number of exciting players show up undrafted, unranked and sometimes undiscovered - the Red Wings (and Devils) Brian Rafalski and Tampa Bay’s Jeff Halpern just to name two. Do you think the ice is being levelled a bit?

I think we are already seeing the widening spectrum of teams scouting outside of the typical “hockey hotbeds”. This is proven by the success of New Jerseyans in recent drafts. I don’t think there is too much emphasis on the draft in hockey as there are many routes to the NHL. Certain organizations, like Anaheim (NHL affiliate of the Condors and Chops), are becoming very widely known for developing their own talent.

I last saw you on the ice with our NJ Devils Atom clinic, sporting purple gloves and a smile.

Hockey has given me so much, and I have learned huge amounts from my coaches. I like to give back to the young kids playing today any little thing I can, even if it is just to increase the level of enjoyment at the practice. I would love to aid these kids in acheiving the same level of enjoyment from hockey that I have acheived and to experience what I have.

Anaheim already has NJ product George Parros on the roster. Any chance you’ll add more West Orange talent to Orange County?

I admire George greatly, especially knowing how difficult it is to accomplish what he has in just a few seasons. I would love to be able to lace up the skates next to him, but I am not getting ahead of myself. He and I would make a quite funny looking line [ed note: Parros is listed as 6′ 5″, 230 pounds and Reinhardt is 5′ 7″ and tips the scales at 175 pounds]. We’ll see.

The night after the Devils played the last game of their 2007-2008 season, I ordered the pile of sports books that had collected on my nightstand and began devoting former hockey-watching hours to reading. I had picked up Jack Falla’s Home Ice based on a blurb for it in some other hockey-related reading, and Saved came as an amazon.com recommendation. Read them in that order, saw a bit of an autobiographical cameo in the fictional Saved (I don’t think you can write a purely fictional hockey novel), and blogged about how much I enjoyed them. Falla’s writing made me forget the bad parts of last year’s Devils campaign and had me wishing for cold weather and clean sheets of ice on which to experience the good parts all over again, one year later.

An amazingly happy thing happened after I wrote that blog entry in April: Jack Falla commented in these very online pages. Whether he discovered it through vanity Googling or because his agent found and forwarded the link, it was the same electric jolt to me. In the comment, Falla tipped a book that would be published in the early fall (now), and an idea for another novel.

I’m looking at my pristine copy of Open Ice, the sequel to Home Ice, with the amazingly sad realization that this will be Falla’s last book. Falla died Sunday morning at the age of 62. The hockey world has lost a voice of the people, not someone interested in ratings or controvery but a simple explanation of why we find a simple game fascinating. In Open Ice, Falla conveys how a chance mention of Montreal great Jean Beliveau in his first encounter with his (future) wife immediately cemented the relationship; having met Beliveau once, for 3 minutes, I could immediately relate to the backstory. That’s sports writing ascended to a hockey cathedral in its own right, to borrow another phrase of his.

THN’s Ken Campbell gives a solid review of Open Ice as well as some well-deserved parting words (at the end of that post).

I’m hitting control-Z on the other two books in progress now, and picking up Open Ice tonight, sure that Falla’s last shift as a writer was as spirited, fun, and memorable as his others. That’s the way the game should be played.

[cross-posted to my work blog]

I’ve had some bizarre cases of mistaken identity over the years, but never one involving the player on a team jersey. Until Labor Day weekend, that is. Growing up, Labor Day was a Really Bad Day; it was the terminator between light of summer and the impending darkness of school, marching band practices, and the end of baseball season. Once I became an official Hockey Person ™, however, Labor Day took on a wonderful significance: it marked the point at which it was safe to think about hockey, to wear your favorite player t-shirt in public, to await the coming of cold winter nights filled with shouts of “Cover the slot, you pylon!” This year, I celebrated Labor Day in my second favorite Devils t-shirt, emblazed with logo in the front and 26/Elias on the back. I’m a half-sized billboard for the Prudential Center.

The scene: I’m checking out of our beachside hotel, and the man in line behind me notices my Elias t-shirt with the comment “You don’t see many Keith Elias jerseys.” I had seen him earlier in the week orbiting the pool in some appropriate Princeton garb, but it still took me a few seconds to put together Keith Elias, Princeton football, and the differently pronounced Czech name on my back. After a bit of pleasant chat, I learned that he preceded me at Old Nassau by a few years, was a fan of Elias (football), knew Keith’s stats like Elias (sports bureau) and didn’t register Elias (hockey, despite the colors representing the Devils, rather than the Tigers, Colts, Giants or Hitmen). It’s nice to get recognized, even if it’s a case of mistaken sportswear identity.

Thanks to Tom Gulitti’s blog, word of Danius Zubrus’ roster rotation is received with much joy around these parts.   Zubrus is not only the newest snowman, but I think he epitomizes the spirit, the joie de vivre, the very essence of wearing the red and black 8: big, strong, forceful, not necessarily speedy (unless a buffet is involved) and ready with the big shot when needed.

In other crazy-8, magic 8-ball inspired news, yours truly is something of a free agent in the adult hockey leagues. A good friend of mine who was a star soccer player at Harvard in the mid-80s (before youth soccer programs that have more flights than the Empire State Building) always says that it’s more important to like the guys you’re playing with than to win at our age. He’s very right: I’m going to miss the Ice Dragons because they are a lot of fun, with requisite amounts of yelling, screaming, and good natured ribbing to make the pre- and post-skate hours as much fun as those on the ice. Who else can claim to have had a teammate who is a living exemplar of Randall Munroe’s Rule 34?

The jersey migration isn’t due to team chemistry; it’s due to body chemistry. The Dragons are migrating north to HNA’s “C” division while I have a decidedly “D” level (or worse) body. I’m going to go for appropriate matches of speed, skill and size (larger, that is) and hope that there’s room for a snowman on the roster.

Another youth hockey season is upon us - schedules are done, the kids are on the ice, we’re looking around to see who put on a few more inches and pounds (the kids; the adults always put on a few more pounds) and once again, Labor Day demarcates the summer from the next seven months of driving to rinks. I’m not complaining; it’s the best early indicator of winter fun and games around.

At the USA Hockey Continuing Education Program clinic today, one of the instructors asked our room full of bleary-eyed, caffeine-denied students why we coach youth hockey (or in my case, why we get up at 7:00 AM on a Sunday morning to learn about coaching hockey). The fact that the room was that full at that hour should be answer enough, but I had my list — not so much of why I participate as an adult volunteer with our program, but what I hope for each time the Zamboni fires up for the fall:

Attention bloggers and particularly WordPress users: WordCampNY is now open for business, just one month away.

Details: Sunday, October 5, 101 Park Avenue, New York, 4th Floor.

I’m proud to announce that my employer, Sun Microsystems, will be hosting the event (we’re donating use of the space), and I’m looking forward to seeing some fellow sports bloggers there. Tickets are $30, and include lunch (the “no eatin’ no meetin’” rule is firmly enforced when I’m involved). There are great speakers covering video blogs, security, and WordPress innards, and we’re working on a final speaker from — the NHL itself.

Now only if we can get *ookies there we’ll have Pookie & Schnookie to meet for cookies (sorry, couldn’t resist).