The Game Itself - Basics
The rink: 200 feet long and 85? wide.
Face-off circles are where play begins again after a penalty stoppage. (Like a jump ball in basketball, but the players have sticks they’re trying to beat each other with….)
The crease: is the blue area in front of each goal net. It’s a semi-circle at its deepest is six feet from the goal line, and it’s four and a half feet across.
Each goal is thirteen feet from the end of the rink and its poles are six feet apart, the top crossbar is four feet up from the ice. Play is still live behind the goal, unlike when a player steps out of bounds in football or basketball.
The red center ice line and the two blue lines divide the ice into three zones. Each team plays from behind its blue line (its defending zone) and tries to score by sliding the puck into the opponent’s net behind the other blue line (its attacking zone.) The red line is important in terms of passing and shooting rules and penalties. The neutral zone is the space between the two blue lines.
Each team has six players on the ice, three forwards, two defensemen and a goaltender. Unless there’s a penalty requiring a team to play short-handed, then a team can be forced to play with fewer. This gives the opposing team “a powerplay”.
There are three twenty minute periods which get extended by penalties and stoppages. My first 20 minute period took over an hour to play. Not good or bad, just is.
Penalties:
There are many. I can’t tell you which occurred when in the game I saw, except for the one when the two players took off their gloves and masks and squared up like boxers. I’m pretty sure that’s a penalty called “fighting.”
Fighting and other major penalties cause teams to lose a player for a period of time when he must sit in the penalty box. Kinda like a timeout for a toddler. Although fighting is officially frowned upon, it’s clear that everyone knows it’s part of the game. The “referees” actually stood there, waiting for the guys to get a few good punches in on each other, before they stopped it. There are players whose unofficial role is as “enforcer” and records on anyone’s hockey site include those for most penalty minutes (see Gordie Howe.)
Icing, checking, boarding, charging, cross-checking, elbowing, high-sticking, head-butting, these are all violations that incur penalties. I have yet to master them.
Things that make it hard to become a fan:
1) the music
2) the mullets
3) the speed of penalties and substitutions - this happens all the time - players just jumping on and off the ice…
4) the fact that they don’t tell you when a penalty is called, who incurred it or what it was for unless it was a penalty box infraction, then you can see who’s
in the box, getting their time out, er ser
ving their penalty.
Assessment After Game One:
I think I’ve gotten over the mullets and the music and fighting never bothered me. I used to be a fan of boxing when boxing was a real sport.
I like the speed of the game. It’s part of what I like about basketball, which has a similar flow and grace. Basketball also has players taking offensive and defensive positions alternately depending on how play is evolving.
It’s too bad the NHL doesn’t try harder to reach out to fans. Why not show a penalty on the jumbotron with an explanation? It wouldn’t have to stop the game at all and fans would learn more about the game. Even the big burly guys sitting in front of me at the Dunk were saying they had no clue and wished it were clear.
So, now I’ve got my P Bruins shirt, a puck and a little knowledge. And that’s a dangerous thing… it might be time to check out Tuukka Rask now that the PBruins‘ goalie is officially with the Bruins here in Boston. Stay tuned, I’ll let you know how my education goes.
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What’s with the Octopii? « The Sixteenth Minute said this on June 5, 2008 at 1:14 am
I had SUCH a knee-jerk defensive response to this (and started to think of ways to defend a game I love), when a search for the right words helped me crystallize WHY I felt so defensive. I think I can finally admit that the boy I fell in love with 25 years ago (now my husband of 20+ years) was a mullet-wearing hockey player. Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I HAVE to say that I saw relatively few mullets throughout this past season. Now granted, “relatively” in the hockey world may mean that there are 3 or 4 guys on each team still sporting the dated ‘do. But, since that number is (thank God) so much lower in the general population, I have to qualify my observation.
Another area I beg to differ is the music. Again, I have to qualify my remarks by admitting that the organ will (hopefully) ALWAYS be a part of the hockey game experience. It always has been and always should be… just like at baseball games. Having a 16-year-old, mowhawk-wearing son, though, has introduced me to a world of music that I now recognize in varied public places. These strategically placed snippets show up in that wink-and-a-nod kind of way, where only those “in the know” might recognize them. Like when the Anaheim Mighty Ducks score a goal, and the arena plays “Bro Hymn” (a punk standard by a band called Pennywise). And you’re now just as likely to hear Blur, The Transplants or The Ramones as well as Led Zeppelin and AC/DC classics.
You may also have noticed, in the Stanley Cup Finals, that the refs were mic’d. So penalties were, indeed, announced like at football games. Regarding penalties - and especially fighting - I have to admit I stand apart from most diehard hockey fans. Though I LOVE the gritty, tough play in the NHL, I prefer a cleaner, more brilliant Olympic-type hockey game. No fighting. I’ve always felt that the fighting diminished the greatness of the game. Keep it hard-nosed, keep it tough, even keep it ugly, but keep it clean (except for those grubby, Stanley Cup beards
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