Showing posts with label Eric Strobel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eric Strobel. Show all posts

Miracle Monday: Superlatives, Part 2


Happy Monday! Is everyone ready for the second half of superlatives? I've got to say, this has been so much fun. I really wish I could make it last another few weeks, but you know what they say about too much of a good thing. Alas. (Click here if you missed part one!)

While several other guys on this team have been called Picassos on ice, Eric here was the true creative-type artist of the group. He'd have random streaks of brilliance, and then equally as random streaks of nothing. But when he was brilliant, his hockey was like a work of art. He'd often confuse his own teammates with his unpredictability on the ice, and he even had the head-in-the-clouds, quirky personality stereotypical of artists. So, really, the ice was his canvas!

Mac here has just about everything you'd find in a president: an insanely brilliant mind, the ability to be friends with athletes and academics alike, good looks, business smarts, interview skills and an ease in front of the camera, and the ambition and ceaseless drive to make things happen. The more I think about it, the more surprised I am that he hasn't held a public office yet. With this man in the Oval Office, we'd all be in very good hands!

The job of a dad is to be a support system, and Janny fits that to a T. As the backup goalie he didn't play very often, so his role became that of supporting his teammates. He sharpened skates and had words of encouragement for teammates who had a bad shift, pushed Jim Craig to the top of his game, and was all-around just there for everybody. And he always did it happily.

If everyone in the world was more like Buzz, I firmly believe there'd be no wars. Seriously. He's always warm and humble and giving, and was often the focus of Herb's abuse because Herb knew that not much would get to him. On top of all that, the U.S. government has already sent him to Turkey to teach hockey, and he still keeps in touch with some of the kids he coached. I mean, come on. Give the man an award.

It may seem odd to award Best Athlete on a team of athletes, but let's look at Rammer's resume. In high school he was a state tennis champion, an All-City football player, and the best hockey defenseman in the state. Then he attended the University of Minnesota, working his way from junior varsity to varsity starter in less than a season; was the first American ever taken in the first round of the NHL draft; was a starting defenseman on the gold medal-winning Olympic team, where he was known for his aggressive hitting and offensive style of play; and went on to a 17-year NHL career (including four all-star game appearances). The dude could play.

Wellsy had to hustle for his entire life, largely because being a smaller athlete ain't no walk in the park. From the time he was a kid he had to work to prove himself against the odds, even starting college on a partial scholarship before becoming one of the best scorers in the country. He had to bust his butt to make the Olympic roster, and then once on the roster he had to bust his butt to make the team. And then after the Olympics, he had to bust his butt to take his life back after a debilitating injury. His work ethic is tireless!

Guys, Silky's ability to better himself is truly inspirational. As a hockey player he wasn't the best skater, and Herb frequently told him so, but he worked on it relentlessly. He started the Olympics on the fourth line, but managed to play so impressively (even scoring the team's first goal of the Olympics!) that he played the whole medal round on the first line, with the fastest skaters. And when he started struggling with alcoholism, he attacked the problem and turned his life around. Nowadays he competes in triathlons and is in better shape than he was 15 years ago. Amazing.

This is almost a cop-out, because it's just so easy. Ken was known for his solid, dependable presence on the blue line, and goalies loved playing behind him because they could rely on him so completely. I mean, there's a reason he won an Olympic gold medal and four Stanley Cups in four years. There's also a reason why he spent his entire career, from his days as a player right up to Director of Pro Scouting, with a single NHL franchise: Ken Morrow is as reliable as they come.

Jim Craig is a pretty amazing human being. Not only has he befriended some of the Russian players (pictured is Vladimir Myshkin), but he's also incredibly aware of his role on the team and the responsibility he holds. Instead of hogging the attention, he takes so much care to appreciate his teammates and ensure that some of the unsung heroes get recognition. At the 35th anniversary reunion alone, he went out of his way to draw attention to the accomplishments of Steve Janaszak, Eric Strobel and Neal Broten in lieu of himself. Like I said, amazing.

Look at Steve's game face. Is that not the face of someone you'd trust to lead you into battle? Steve was known for being brooding and intense, not saying much but always looking like something was brewing under the surface. He was able to basically score goals at will and simultaneously had the reputation of being a good fighter: so basically, he was the ultimate package. Herb often singled him out for abuse, just to round out the revolutionary stereotype. And he's a pilot. That's a good skill for a revolutionary to have, right? :P

And that concludes our superlative adventure!

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Miracle Monday: Eric Strobel

Miracle Monday

Happy Monday, friends! Another week, another guy that Miracle pretends didn't exist. Sigh. But it's impossible to be anything but happy when it comes to Eric Strobel, so luckily you have me to be your informant. You. are. welcome.

Eric Strobel

FUN FACTS:

+ Eric's father was a hockey player back in the '40s (and even played a handful of games for the New York Rangers), so it's no surprise that Eric was the ultimate rink rat as a kid. He was absolutely obsessed with skating and was constantly on the ice. So it was his dedication that first got him noticed by coaches, but it was also his speed. Read absolutely anything about Eric and someone will undoubtedly mention how stinking fast he was. He's been likened to a dragster and a rocket; "he should've been equipped with a parachute instead of shoulder pads"; and "he had the biggest thighs this side of Eric Heiden." Herb Brooks held a widely-shared opinion that Eric was the best pure skater in the country, and his freshman class at Minnesota (along with Steve Christoff and Rob McClanahan) is considered one of the deepest ever.

+ This "rocketship on ice" was nicknamed Electric when he attended the University of Minnesota, as his hockey worked something like an electric current: he was either totally dominant, or totally ineffective. His style of play was something like art, creative and whimsical but extremely inconsistent. He could score a hat trick in one game and get nothing done in the next, and it wasn't because he was lazy. He just wasn't particularly intense or competitive. Friends say it's hard to get him worked up about basically anything, and he's a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Herb wanted to switch his position? Sure, no problem. Put him on a different line every game? Eric would make the best of it. He was always nonchalant and unruffled and positive.

+ The issue with Eric's game was that he'd often be held ineffective at very inopportune times, and the Olympics was one of those times. During the pre-Olympic season he scored 14 goals and 24 assists for 38 points in 48 games, but in the seven games of the Olympics he only scored once and had two assists.  He ended up playing on the fourth line and in a more defensive role, but like I said before, he was flexible enough to go with the flow, try his hardest and make the best out of the situation. (What a gem!)

+ Eric had been drafted into the NHL by the Buffalo Sabres in 1978 and decided to turn pro after the Olympics. He finished out that 1980 season with the Sabres' AHL affiliate in Rochester (the one in New York, not his hometown in Minnesota!). But during a playoff game that year he broke his leg, and decided that was the end of his career. Hockey had become more of a job than the fun he wanted it to be, and he didn't think the money was good enough to warrant getting his brains bashed in. Hard to argue with that logic!

+ After hockey, Eric went back to school to finish up his degree and eventually took over the family acoustical contracting business, A.G. Strobel. He's also a part owner of a golf course and spent some time coaching pee wee hockey (where he was absolutely adored by the kids and parents alike). But in 2006 he suffered a minor stroke, which affected his vision and balance. That's kept him away from the ice in recent years, but by all accounts he's doing really well. Unsurprisingly, his attitude about the whole thing is pretty stellar: "I’ll just be okay but I’ll never be perfect... Everybody that is over 50 always has some ailments. We just have to deal with it and move on. I have vision problems, balance issues, and some cognitive issues with understanding certain things ... It’s like when you have to take a detour going from Rochester to wherever. You have to find new ways to get to your final destination. That’s how you have to deal with a brain injury. Tell everybody in Rochester I’m doing fine."

Don't you just want to hug him?! He also happens to have the most amazing Minnesota accent. (Please click that link and watch about 30 seconds of the video. I have it so it starts at the right spot for you and everything. Eric Strobel saying "fart" is something everyone needs to experience.) And I may not've personally met Eric, but I was approximately 10 feet away from him and I can say with 100% confidence that his accent is all the more wonderful in person.


I wish I had a nice long interview with Eric to embed for you here so you'd have a solid few minutes of him speaking (seriously, I'm obsessed with his accent). But alas, that doesn't seem to exist on the interwebz. So instead, here's one of his Olympic assists! (Kinda wish he'd gotten the goal on this one, since he made the whole play. But hey, Neal Broten scored instead, and I love him too. Beggars can't be choosers!)


Also, I'd like to wish the happiest of birthdays to Mark Johnson, who turns 57 today! :)

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