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Mats Sundin and Peter Forsberg were both golfing at the same charity tournament yesterday, the photos taken by a friend of the Denver Post’s Adrian Dater.
Clearly, these are two athletes in a big hurry to get back into hockey shape.
Sigh. I’m worried for Mats—I think we’ve reached a stage where people blow an ankle just looking at Forsberg at this point.
I think it’s time [Peter Forsberg retires], though. Not just for his body, but to get away from a league that never treats its stars very well, that allows too many no-talent bums make runs at them and the Canadian, good-old-boy referee system lets it all go without penalty. [...]
This league doesn’t deserve guys like Forsberg anymore anyway. For years, he was cheap-shotted and hooked and held to no end, and the Canadian good old boys always let it go. So, get out while you can Peter. This goon league never deserved you anyway.
First of all, Dater seems to be suffering from selective memory syndrome in recalling a flawless-Foppa—after all, where does he think the nick name ‘Floppa’ came from?? It’s not just bitter Wings fans who crack that joke.
But more interesting to me: what’s with all these Canadians-R-Evil theories circulating lately?
In the last 24 hours, the hockey media has been fond of repeating the lie that Peter Forsberg was meant to be a “game time decision” tonight against the Canucks. Whatever. Perhaps it’s sort of like when Peter Forsberg was no longer realistically considering returning to the NHL… yet somehow managed to sign with the Avs just in time to vanish into Rocky Mountain hell.
Oh, he’ll play tonight, because after losing Ryan Smyth and Marek Svatos to injury, it’s the perfect setup for Forsberg to resurrect. And I’m not even being snarky. Vancouver has a plan to roll over to this guy like Cloutier used to roll over to Joe Sakic setting personal NHL records on our net.
#1. From On Frozen Blog:
It was 2003 that I first crowned the Avs the Evil Empire (in my own sweetly-quaint hockey shorthand). But things change, of course, and the truth is that hockey hasn’t been quite the same for this Canucks fan in recent years.
Scoring, blah. Shootouts, blah. Big saves? Big deal. Coach of the Year? Pffft. Sometimes it all seems like one never-ending strand of mediocrity that occasionally resembles hockey, occasionally doesn’t. I mean, the games are often great, but my anticipation factor is lower than it used to be.
But now the Colorado Avalanche have decided to change all that. It’s 2003 all over again, and I think I’m about to be reborn.
From a practice with MoDo February 11th, according to this Youtuber.
Well, who knows for sure. And I’m not sure it says much… but at least it seems to indicate his foot works well enough that he can cross a small pond quickly and without crutches.
Thanks to Ryan for pointing the video out to me.
So, should we be dreaming about him in a Canucks sweater? I’m not personally sold on The Forsberg Solution, but I’ll confess: I do like watching any hockey player who can score a freakin’ goal. Even in practice.
Update 4:53pm PT: Just saw this headline in the National Post: “Forsberg: An Accident Waiting to Happen”... which seems like a reasonable position to take, no?
Well, what the hell. Vancouver has such a lovely collection of Swedes—might as well add a glass one to the shelf.
Ed Willes in today’s Province notes what he considers one of the more plausible trade-deadline possibilities for the Vancouver Canucks:
The Pittsburgh Penguins are thought to be making centre Erik Christensen available for a physical defenceman and Christensen fits the Canucks’ profile. He’s 24, has decent size and some skill. The injury to Sidney Crosby may effect his availability in the short term, but Christensen might be a fit in Vancouver.
The North American press and hockey blogs have spent months analyzing the possible return of Peter Forsberg to the NHL (and often with the kind of reverence usually attributed to the devout contemplating the resurrection of Jesus Christ) but their hopes were sadly interrupted yesterday with the news that
... err… Foppa… hurt his ankle.
But while those same analysts seriously ponder how this travesty could happen—studying the various miscues of Forsberg’s recent career as he’s attempted to regain his health and strength—the Swedish newspapers haven’t been nearly as preoccupied with all the accepted jargon.
They have their own theory about how Forsberg’s career ground to a halt: