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Pain and No Gain

I haven’t written about the Devils since mid-November because frankly, there wasn’t much to write about through the end of 2009. They were playing well, scoring goals, coming up big on defense, and Niclas Bergfors was making a bid for the Calder Trophy. A short stint as the best team in the NHL, a nice lead in the Eastern Conference, and there was much to celebrate as we came up on New Year’s Eve. Then the wheels fell off.

The Devils are 6-7 since December 31st, and are angling for the middle of the Eastern Conference pack. It’s not just one losing streak or a few bad games — it’s an entire 4-week period of inconsistent, low-scoring, badly played hockey. And as a fan, this is ugly and distressing. Of course, it’s also about the time the Devils ask us to pony up for playoff tickets. Advice to Lou: win a few games before sending bills, or your aren’t selling out the playoffs this year either.

Right now the Devils are simply painful to watch. They don’t move the puck well, their defense is shoddy on a good night, they aren’t scoring goals, and the power play has ceased to exist. They’re getting shut out (twice in this span). Half of their goals seem to come on long feeds for breakaways or semi-breaks, which feels more like pond hockey than the NHL. One power play goal in nearly an entire game of power play time is pathetic – and that goal was more of an errant pass by Parise that happened to rattle into the net. Getting beaten to every loose puck, and making passes that So it’s time to write about this mess of a team — or lack of a team — because it’s both cathartic and because this seems to happen once every season.

What’s wrong?

Injuries: Elias, Martin, Clarkson. Zubrus is back. Oduya hasn’t quite been the same end to end rushing guy since he got hurt.

Trepidation: Way too much passing, not enough shooting. Too much thinking, not enough driving to the net. I think you hit a point when things are running badly that you worry more about not making mistakes rather than making something happen. Failing to create opportunity is the first problem. How many passes miss their target, have no target, or are intercepted by an opposing player in the slot?

Leadership: Hate to say it, but where are the reports of a team meeting? Of the team doing something without Lemaire in the room, of the captains sitting with the team and airing out whatever it is? Seeing Langenbrunner get angry and skate hard is encouraging; but this has to carry over to the guys who have the “A” on their jerseys as well.

Defense: Colin White is making dumb plays, or no plays, and when he’s on the ice with Mottau they seem to amplify each other’s bad choices. The most egregious case here was in the Montreal game over the weekend when there were three red jerseys behind the Devils’ net, while Cammalleri was eating a sandwich in the slot. Worse than basic coverage, the defense isn’t starting the puck out of the zone, and there are more times per game than you can count where the Devils get pushed back in on a forecheck because the puck doesn’t make it through the neutral zone. I’d even argue that the breakout schemes the Devils have been using through the first half of the year were well-scouted and now well-checked by their opponents. It’s only getting harder from here, not easier.

Rookie disappearance: I was expecting big things out of Bergfors, Corrente, Zharkov, Halischuk. Bergfors looked great early in the year, and now he’s just vaporized. Zharkov had his moments and now can’t produce. Halischuk is just gone. Yes, it’s unfair to ask rookies to make up for veteran players with solid locker room personalities, but absolutely no contribution from the new kids is worrisome.

This streak of ugliness, like all things, will pass. But I think the Devils need a wake-up call; a specific action and point of focus that will rally them through the Olympic break and into the last third of the season. I can’t watch the hockey equivalent of the Mets any more.

Everybody Skates New Jersey Weekend

This weekend is a big one for USA hockey: it’s the annual Hockey Across America when USA Hockey stimulates interest in the sport, from youth to professional levels. With the Vancouver Olympics a mere two weeks away, there’s palpable excitement about hockey around the world. Next week also brings the beginning of February, the start of the NHL’s annual “Hockey is for Everyone” diversity emphasis. It’s a big deal of a weekend for snowmen of all shapes and sizes.

Coach Jon Schwartz of the NJ Dare Devils special hockey program is leading the “Everybody Skates New Jersey” cross-Garden State tour this weekend, building on the Hockey Across America and diversity themes. There are 54 rinks in NJ, yet very few offer special needs hockey programs. What Coach Jon and the ESNJ team are asking is simple: each rink should set aside one hour a week for special needs hockey, and as the program draws attention, it will become self-sustaining. The Bubba and I have personally seen the great things done by the DareDevils players and the program, and we’ve been proud supporters for the past several years. At the same time, the DareDevils program is growing, and everyone would benefit from more, local programs that get players involved as mentors and junior coaches, get the rinks involved in the community, and provide more opportunities for special needs players of all jerseys to find a place to play.

The weekend starts Friday morning at the NHL Store on 6th Avenue at 46th street in Manhattan; it then continues to visit every one of the 54 rinks in NJ over the next 54 hours, ending at The Rock on Sunday afternoon when the Kings visit the Devils.

Get involved:

Come to the NHL store and meet EJ Hradek and Bill Daley on Friday, where 20% of the morning’s sales will support special needs hockey.

Visit the web site or Coach Jon’s blog. Follow @54in54 on Twitter.

Sign the petition supporting the ice time allocation for special needs hockey. Join NJ Devils Colin White and Jamie Langenbrunner who have lent their digital sharpies to the cause.

Come see the Bubbas at the Ocean Ice Palace in Brick, NJ, on Sunday morning around 9am, when we’ll be joining the tour for the home stretch.

Remember that NJ’s autism rate is among the highest in the nation, with about one in 94 kids diagnosed along the spectrum of autism. As the common Facebook status thread reads, kids with autism don’t want to be cured, they want to be accepted – what better way to demonstrate acceptance than in one of our most tribal groupings — joining a team. We need more teams for these prospective hockey players to join. That way everybody skates.

Channeling Relief to Haiti

Local tragedies have a way of uniting us globally. I was first made aware of this when Roberto Clemente, much beloved Pittsburgh Pirate, was killed in a post-earthquake aid and goodwill ambassador role in his native Nicaragua. All of baseball mourned #21, who was just responding through the goodness of his heart.

This week’s disaster in Haiti calls for the same global response. Thanks to fellow Tiger Melinda Millberg for the following list of advocacy groups who will get practical, functional aid to Haiti. I’m a huge supporter of Cameron Sinclair’s Architecture For Humanity (disclosure: in a previous role at Sun my team and I helped build his website and architecture sharing content management service as part of Cameron’s TED prize), and clean drinking water will likely become a rate-limiting factor for survivors.

American Jewish World Service Haiti Earthquake Relief Fund

Partners in Health, already on the ground in Haiti and mobilizing their relief efforts.

CARE’s Emergency Relief Fund

Doctors Without Borders

Action Against Hunger. Text “HAITI” to “90999″ from the US to donate $10 to the Red Cross. The US State Department very quickly put together this number to channel relief contributions directly to first responders.

Wyclef Jean’s Yele foundation to permanently improve the lives of the most impoverished in his home country of Haiti. Text “Yele” to 501501 to donate $5 to Yele Haiti.

United Jewish Appeal (Federation)

Architecture For Humanity Cameron Sinclair and his non-profit Architecture for Humanity can be found at virtually every developing world disaster site on the planet. These guys are a collection of design and housing geniuses who work tirelessly to provide shelter for the most deserving.

Charity Water works to bring clean water to the 1 billion people on the planet who don’t have it.

How Not To Do Yoga

About a month ago, I started going to yoga classes with my wonderful wife in an attempt to regain some flexibility, perhaps slowly get back into “skating shape” and just enjoy a little adult time with my spouse. It’s been fun, mostly because our yoga instructor is patient, tolerates my constant chatter, and will let me cheat a bit on the poses when they involve grabbing parts of your lower body.

I have all of the hip and lower leg flexibility of a Barbie doll. Some things don’t rotate in the intended direction.

Empowered, perhaps stupidly, by this low-key yoga, I decided to take a class at a hotel. How hard could “flow yoga” be anyway? It was not a pretty sight or set of sounds. Here’s how not to do yoga:

Enter the boat pose, then announce that your boat is sinking. Or being boarded by pirates. There’s still some latent pirate fear in the Antilles.

Slip out of the tree pose into the “shrubbery pose,” and continue falling to the floor in “lawn clippings pose.” I’m very lopsided when it comes to the tree poses, as my left side balance is still uneven due to a 5-year old broken leg (even an ankle break affects hip flex, a major factor in balance), and my right side has muscle memory from years of marching band downfields.

Create your own sequence of dog poses. I went from downward dog to upward dog to “hungry dog” and “pastry eating dog.” Put in the proper order this transforms a basic Sun Salutation into a Breakfast Salutation. And the way I completed the poses it resembled more of a McDonald’s Dollar Menu tribute than anything reflecting the light and peace within me. Non-sequiteur: It’s worth seeing It’s Complicated just for the downward-facing dog joke, after having survived a month of yoga.

I’ll close by saying that the light in me honors the spicy chutney in you, and I hope to find peace in the place where my iced coffee and my now strained back meet, most likely in my office chair.

The 2009 List

It’s that time of year again. And what a long, strange trip of a year it’s been. Some thoughts from 2009:

Work moment.Trip to India in April, at the tail end of a tour that took me to Mexico City, Johannesburg, Mumbai and Bangalore. While meeting with the technical managers in the Bangalore office, someone mentioned that “innovation is a bad word now.” The ensuing discussion – of how innovation is not a substitute for direction, leadership and strategy, nor is innovation in the form of disruption necessarily a strategy in itself – was frank and bi-directional. The “new isn’t better unless it informs strategy” maxim shaped much of my thinking around cloud computing as the year progressed.

Family moment. There were more than a few this year: watching the Devils implode in the strangest playoff game I’ve ever seen, with my son there for mutual comfort; getting to see Renaissance in concert for the first time ever, and seeing Yes for the umpteenth time; spending a long weekend in Atlantic City with my wife, daughter and sister, and laughing until we were exhausted every day; watching my son play football for the first time, and seeing him earn a varsity letter in hockey, the first in our family since my sister lettered in x-country letter 25 years ago; going to a Yankees playoff game with my daughter, sitting closer to the airplanes departing LaGuardia than the field, but loving every second of it. Tops, though, was an afternoon and evening spent slicing, dicing and eating and our way through the Chef Allen’s reality cooking experience, as my wife and I celebrated our anniversary by working for our dinner.

Nerd toy. Tie between the old school and new school. Old school: drum set, purchased from a work friend and representing one of the biggest challenges to my marriage in more than two decades. Not a good thing to have down the hall from your home office when you’re doing a podcast. New school: USB 8-track Alessi mixing console, prompting the completion of the basement “Studio Zero”.

T-shirt. Jeph Jacques “Bear Monster” shirt, followed closely by his “Robot Family Tree” shirt. Bear Monster has become my preferred travel t-shirt. Also found out that I’m not the only one who thinks it’s important to travel comfy: Cory Doctorow told me he can’t understand why anyone who would thousands of dollars for a business class airline ticket, fly in a suit, only to arrive looking rumpled and uncomfortable.

Reading. Finished Neal Stephenson’s Anathem to start the year, and it was one of the best books I’ve read in ages. Worked my way through his Baroque Cycle, all 2,700 or so pages of it, and it was enjoyable but egregiously long. When the stock market was close to its bottom, and New York City was easy to nagivate due to reduced commuter traffic, Cory Doctorow slipped me an advanced reader copy of Makers and it reset a lot of my expectations around work, value, and doing what you love.

Email. None of mine, and not really an email (again). Our daughter got a message that opened with “Congratulations” and was from her first-choice university.

Thoughts for 2010: Striving for “balance” between all parts of my life and those of my family members. Laughing as hard as I did over the July 4th weekend. Spending time on micro-sized projects, whether it’s helping the band with their website or getting a friend’s consulting business represented in a blog, or investing in economic bootstrapping through kiva.org. Finishing up Professional WordPress and trying hard to write a little bit, each day, along with exercise, eating fruits, spicy sauce, and vegetables daily, and cheering for the home team. A decade ago, we felt that bubble-induced sense of everything being directionally wonderful, and yet almost everything went pear-shaped from our sense of security to the economy to our trust in government institutions. Ten years after, when at times it feels like many things are going wrong, it’s time for Randy Pausch’s head fake, realizing that we have the means to drive the course correction we want.

Avatar: Putting the Rich In Rich Presentation

Went to see Avatar last night, on the flat silver screen instead of the 3-D version. In a word, it was spectacular. In other words, it was an homage, but not in the Dances With Wolves simile that seems to be popular.

Warning: Mild spoilers ahead.

Visually, Avatar was quite simply the best movie I’ve seen. Ever. For once, the movie wasn’t about the special effects or how many things or people exploded with life-like splatter. The effects were great, but it was the photography and world-building that created context for the photography that made this movie. Personally, I felt that many of the Pandoran geographic elements were taken right out of the Roger Dean album cover book, including “Arches Mist” (the Pandoran holy site) and the “Floating Islands” riff that appears in Avatar as the floating mountains. Whether or not James Cameron borrowed from, or was inspired by, Roger Dean, the movie had me experiencing a fully animated interpretation of some of my favorite artwork of all time. It’s one of the few cases where seeing something like this left me invigorated and excited, eager to see it again, rather than disappointed at the lack of attention to detail.

The most dismissive treatment of Avatar is that it’s Dances with Wolves set in space. Making that comparison, however, ignores the body of prior science fiction art and misses the some of the underlying themes. The closest comparison I can draw (and again, whether homage, sampling or borrowing, I can’t say) is to Orson Scott Card’s Speaker for the Dead, the second book in the original Ender series. In Speaker, we’re introduced to life forms that are vaguely anthropromorphic in some ways but have intensely alien connections to their environment that drive the conflict through the book.

Bottom line: this is one I’m going to see again before it leaves theaters, and the last movie that got a double dip from me was the first Toy Story in 1995, because it set the bar for computer animation. Avatar resets the bar for rich presentation of a rich storyline.

Science, Faith, Social Networks and One Young Man

The holiday season is now in full tilt, with last minute shopping and shipping, final touches to decorations, parties, and either dread or hopeful expectations of time with our families. My own interpretation of this feeling is that captured in the shehecheyanu, the Hebrew prayer said the first time you do something each year, simply giving thanks for bringing us to another season of joy. No matter what you celebrate, there’s a miracle wrapped up in there somewhere, giving birth to traditions and patterns that we follow. Being a computer scientist, and a nerd at heart, it’s easy to dismiss miracles as articles of faith, when we live by articles of science that are constantly put in juxtaposition and sometimes conflict with faith. We can’t use miracles or faith as a mechanism to explain away science, but we can use them to explain our beliefs and actions. Science is what I do; faith is why I do it (more on this later). Put more eloquently in the words of Princeton University President Shirley Tilghman, science and faith are different manifestations of the human experience.

This is going to come back to sports and teams with a minor detour through physics. I promise.

Given that backstory and sidebar, this morning I found a Facebook link imploring me to support a Team In Training Paris Marathon run in support of one young man battling leukemia. Like you, I probably receive a half-dozen emails or links like this a week, asking me to support some deserving and important charity effort, but this one struck a chord with several notes: Danny, pictured on the team’s page, is the son of one of my childhood friends, and his dad was one of the four of us who played baseball nearly every day in my backyard. He’ll get a mention in Eight Days, Eight Nights, my very own Hanukah-tinged hockey book, if and when I ever finish it. His mom was a marching band mate of mine through high school, and on some level this brings back all sorts of good memories of holiday-time band fund raising drives, with the full-force spirit of Harry L. Dinkle in the air. And in my sophomore year of high school, we lost a fellow student to leukemia, a morning I haven’t forgotten for 32 years. Team In Training, the group handling the fundraising and sponsorship, is a professional organization, and I’ve supported them before when one of my co-workers decided to train for a distance running event as a fundraiser of her own.

What struck me the most, however, is that the woman exercising, literally, her networking skills to run in the Paris Marathon is cousins with Danny’s mom. My cousins are and were my first social network; they brought together differences in views and experiences and maturity that resulted in my interest in computers, attending my first Devils game, and discovering the real value of Bob Cousy basketball card buried in a pile handed to us by our common grandfather.

So here’s the ask: support Lisa Conti’s Paris Marathon Team In Training fundariser, in honor of Danny LaPatin. Think of it as another stocking stuffer, or extra large latte, for someone you haven’t met, which truly defines the spirit of the holiday season. It’s a chance to help science through faith, and explore the nuclear physics that bind our social networks together – that trust, blood, friendship, or other chemistry has us swapping electronica with each other on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, or in MeetUps. Donate and pass on the message. Let’s see if we can get Lisa over her goal by December 25th.

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Weird Hockey Blog of the Month

I’m pretty easy going when it comes to following people on Twitter or listing new hockey-related blogs, no matter how funky or far afield they may be.

This one, however, passes strange on the way to goals by Rod Pelley: The Anaheim Ducks cheerleaders have a blog. I guess I’m in good company, I mean, if bloggers can try out to be cheerleaders, then cheerleaders can try out to be bloggers. Attention Allison (Dec 3 entry): it’s a hockey stick, not a pencil. Hold it with respect.

It only goes to prove that the world is closed with a very short path length, further highlighted tonight when the ever-popular, genuinely nice guy, and co-audition victim Cowbell Steve told me his employer is a distributor for publisher Wiley & Sons, to whom I submitted the final chapter in Professional WordPress, a book about the world’s most popular blogging platform. Too bad the Ducks cheerleaders don’t use it, but I guess they’re bound by the NHL’s content management system (such as it is).

Families Are In Season

Had an interesting Facebook repartee with a purely online friend — never met her in person, but I know her through her family. Her late uncle was a big influence in my life. She was lamenting her family fighting it out in public, and I offered the following, as it seems families and family fights are in season:

The best we can do this time of year is sit down with a huge plate of food, and recognize that we’re not perfect, that families aren’t perfect, but families are the strongest thing we have. They survive time, conflict and distance better than religion, armies and governments. If everyone promises to stop doing one thing to annoy the other family members and start doing one thing to be a better member of the family, those are all the New Year’s resolutions we need.

Random thoughts while stuck in SFO for four more hours.

Everybody Skates NJ

Jon Schwartz, head coach of the NJ Dare Devils hockey program for special needs athletes, is going big time in the Garden State. During “Hockey Across America” weekend, January 29-31, Coach Schwartz and some of his players, junior coaches, and fans, will tour all 54 rinks in New Jersey, raising awareness and building momentum for special needs hockey. The goal isn’t to treat special hockey as a charity but rather to fully support and provide opportunity for special needs athletes. Most of these programs become self-sustaining once they reach critical mass, so the goal of the cross-jersey trek for jerseys is to raise awareness and build demand.

Follow the effort on Twitter or on Coach Schwartz’s new blog. Better yet, if you know a special needs athlete, bring them to one of the rinks, and come say “hi” to both Bubbas at the Brick Ice Palace on Sunday, January 31st at 9:00 AM, come to the kick off at the New York NHL store on Friday January 29, or celebrate the end of the tour at the Devils home game that Sunday afternoon (the 31st) against the now-hot LA Kings.