SPECIAL REPORT: 1997 CORNELL NORTH COUNTRY ROAD TRIP by Joe Schlobotnik [...] Saturday Night, 1997 January 4: Clarkson Note: This will be much more personal and less factual than the previous game's report, due in part to the fact that I was unable to take notes because of the way I watched the game. (Potsdam, NY) There are reasons for dreading the North Country road trip that have nothing to do with the long drive, and Cornell and its supporters got a big helping of them Saturday night. Mom and I, having run out of things to do in Potsdam, showed up at Cheel about 90 minutes before gametime, and thus had a long time to contemplate the place. I never saw a game at the old Walker Center, but Cheel seemed to have all of the advantages and disadvantages you'd expect from a new rink. Building a mini-student-union around a hockey rink is a nice idea, but of course the arena itself felt much less cozy than Appleton the night before, what with the individual numbered seats. But the Wall of Fame running around the top was nice. The worst thing about the arena to me was that the visitors' seats were split into two groups, one on the goal line and one behind the visitors' bench. We did have the pleasant surprise of running into Greg Berge and his party, who, unbeknownst to me, had been the only three vocal Cornell fans to remain in their original seats behind the goal the night before. We all had a nice pre-game chat with Arthur Mintz (in which we learned that I was hoping for three points going into the weekend, Arthur wanted four, and Greg would be happy to escape with two). In the midst on the conversation, Clarkson fired off their blasted train whistle. Mom and I flinched as all other sound was drowned out, but Greg noted that it wasn't nearly so annoying as hearing it after a Clarkson goal. Once the section began to fill in, we were unable to stay with Greg, Anne and Christine. Mom's and my seats were in the front row (note to myself--remember to ask for seats in the *back* of the section at away games), and the well-defined individual seats, along with the more stolid Cornell fans who insisted in sitting in their assigned seats, made it hard to just squeeze in as we usually do. Eventually, we convinced Cornell bandies and sometime HOCKEY-Lers Rich Hovorka and Scott Southard to fit us into the SRO row where the band was stationed, this night without their instruments. Of course, the prime standing spots were already cramped by then as well, but we managed it by having me look over Mom's head. The game itself started well enough for Cornell when Matt Cooney scored his first goal since the injury in the first, seeding hopes that the Cooney-Tymchyshyn-Auger line would have a big night, and Elliott managed to keep the Knights off the board despite Clarkson having something like a 2-to-1 shot advantage. When Kyle Knopp slid the puck through the five-hole of a kneeling Dan Murphy to give the Red a 2-0 lead midway through the second, the Cornell contingent went wild at the prospect of a three-point weekend (although with a bit of trepidation of the team's inability to hold two-goal leads in the past). The post-goal celebration, which had gotten a bit derailed after the first goal when the crowd drowned it out, was quite exuberant, with Scott and Rich running down the line to give high-fives. After the obligatory "Davy" and chants, the personalized taunts to Murphy began, led by "Dan-O, the goalie with the hole in the middle". I'm not sure what Rich said that made the old lady in front of him (the Cornell SRO ended up behind the adjacent Clarkson section) turn around and snap at him. Nothing I heard struck me as particularly "baaa-d". Scott was just organizing a Goalie/Black Hole cheer against Murphy when a penalty intervened. Cornell's Steve Wilson went to the box, I speculated for just being himself. There was originally a matching penalty against Clarkson's Carl Drakensjo up on the board, but after Clarkson lobbied, it was taken off, leaving Clarkson on the power play. The penalty was two minutes for hitting after the whistle, or as it was promptly coined, "Wilsoning". This turned out to be the turning point of the game, as Clarkson converted to close the deficit to 2-1, and we got to hear the train whistle for real. Less than a minute later, Cornell's David Adler turned the puck over on Clarkson's right point and had to hold the Knight player to avoid a breakaway, drawing another penalty. The decline of Cornell's penalty kill continued as Clarkson scored again to make it 2-2. After two games without a power play, Cornell did get a few, but didn't look particularly good on them. The officiating, in contrast with the consistently hands-off approach taken by the crew at St. Lawrence Friday, was another John Murphy head-scratcher. In the first, it seemed that any marginal call would be made. But then later on he seemed to be laying off, only to tighten up again at the end. But I suppose he is at least consistantly inconsistant. Cornell's collapse continued with two more Clarkson goals in the first half of the third, and the Red were unable to put anything together despite spending much of the end of the game on the power play. The biggest missed opportunity came when Cornell was whistled for too many men early in a power play, only to regain a 4-on-3 shortly thereafter when another Clarkson player was sent off. The turnaround was complete when the Clarkson band, now looking at a two-goal lead, informed Cornell goalie Jason Elliot (who ended up with 37 saves on 41 shots) that he was a black hole. Mike Schafer pulled Elliot while on the power play, with a minute and a half to go, and Cornell skated 6-on-4 and 6-on-5 for the rest of the game. Several Clarkson shots went wide of the empty net, and someone suggested that perhaps skating six was a good defensive strategy for the Red. But then Clarkson's Chris Clark, already with two goals to his credit, sent the puck the length of the ice with the last few seconds ticking off, and we all watched, Clarkson fans with elation and Cornell with dread, as it slid into the net with one second left on the clock to complete the hat trick and make the final score 5-2. This was, obviously, a pretty disheartening loss for Cornell. It seemed that, like the young team they are, they panicked once Clarkson got on the board and never recovered. I wonder what motivational tools Schafer will turn to now; I'd expect that Captain Matt Cooney's all-senior line will be called upon to lead. The Red visit Michigan on Tuesday, and it seems that they couldn't have picked a worse time to play the defending National Champions. A week ago I would have thought they actually had an outside chance of beating the Wolverines, and would most likely leave with a confidence-boosting close loss. But now I'm afraid it will look more like last year's blowouts against Michigan State, BU and Colorado College. The goaltending is the one bit of good news, as both goalies played well again this weekend (Pelletier, who looked lucky early on in his last two games, seems to have gained confidence); when they're called upon to face 79 shots in two games, they can hardly be blamed for stopping only 74 of them. Turning to the atmosphere at Cheel, the sellout crowd was certainly hostile, but most of the chanting seemed to be coming from the band. The most impressive was their post-goal "sieve" cheer, which I found not quite as devastating as BU's, but which does have a lot of variety. I presume that the relative lameness of the rest of the crowd. The most amusing event was probably late in the third, when the scoreboard display read "Stand up and cheer", which gave the impression that some in the crowd might have forgotten to do so otherwise. (Of course, that was when the mass movement towards the exits began as well, so I joked that the sign might have said "Beat the traffic".) The graphical scoreboard is really a mixed blessing, since when it read "Let's Go Tech" and the crowd didn't respond, it looked a little foolish. One surefire way to get a Clarkson cheer going was for the Cornell fans to chant "Let's Go Red", which would invariably get the Clarkson band to start a "Let's Go Tech" cheer which would drown us out. Unless they chose to reply "Better Dead than Red." While we were still winning, a few people could respond "Better Red than Dead." (The sellout provided an additional handicap against Cornell chants, since the noisiest fans were relegated to a single row in standing room and the back of one section, and couldn't form a cohesive block as at Syracuse or St. Lawrence.) The dopiest things about Cheel were those little 8 1/2" by 11" color signs that lined the glass, with assorted exhortations about beating the Little Red. Someone (I think it was Greg Berge) made up counter-signs for Cornell-- the best was: WHO IS THE CURRENT ECAC CHAMPION CROWNED IN LAKE PLACID 1996! CLARKSON OR CORNELL BIG RED The Clarkson band itself made me realize why they're Cornell's competition for best pep band in the ECAC [I got to see both bands last March at Lake Placid, and did notice them while squinting through the glare of Cornell's brilliance. ;-)] I still think that they should lose the electric instruments, but I do like their rendition of "Caravan" and I admit that their post-goal tune is still rattling around my head a day later. I also regret that I didn't manage to bring a tape recorder and start my collection of New World Symphonies. (In contrast the the sped-up versions of the national anthems and "Caravan", they seem to play New World at a more languid pace than usual.) Of course, the best thing of all was that for the first time in six games I didn't have to hear "YMCA". Then there's the train whistle. I find it kind of ironic that this is in arena where according the program, "No artificial noisemakers are alllowed [sic]." It is very impressive, though, as opposed to that silly air horn at St. Lawrence. I never saw the Bell in its heyday, but it would have been more impressive if they hadn't rung it at seemingly random times ("Yay, we completed a pass at the red line!"). The whole impression of the whistle and bell produces an image of the pep band as a locomotive about to roll onto the ice. The North Country Experience I liked the closeness of the two arenas; we met various people Friday night and Saturday who'd been at who'd been to the Colgate-Clarkson game and compared notes between that and Cornell-St. Lawrence. And the two towns were filled with partisans for all four teams, giving a nice mix of perspectives on the four games. I guess something like that could happen in Boston, but I can't think of where else in College Hockey. In fact, it's a bit of a shame that the Clarkson and St. Lawrence games happen at the same time so that one can't attend both of them. (Although I guess that would make Clarkson tickets even harder come by.) I had actually been to Potsdam a couple of times, once ten years ago visiting Clarkson as a high school senior, and once in 1993 for my sister's graduation from Potsdam. My mother had made the trip rather more times, but that still didn't help us find activities to fill the eight hours between our motel checkout Saturday morning and the start of the Cornell-Clarkson game. As an example of the dearth of stimulation, Greg and his crew spent the day exploring nearby Massena. We were comparing the situation to going straight from breakfast to the 1pm ECAC consolation game at Lake Placid, and Arthur Mintz pointed out that in Placid, there were things to do, if not time to do them. This time, we wound up in the lounge at the Best Western watching the Packers-49ers game, where we learned that their definition of "free refills" meant that you got one free 7-ounce glass of soda for every one you bought. Presumably this was not the reason that the teams now stay at the Comfort Inn. Speaking of hotels, I would be remiss if I did not mention Mrs. Smalling of the Smalling Motel, who let me use the phone in her kitchen to post my report on Friday's game. The rooms may be small there, but you can't beat service like that. Finally, the five-hour drive home after Saturday's game was not as difficult as I'd been dreading (even if it did keep me from writing this until I got back to Utah). I didn't get the benefit of the adrenaline rush I had after the game Friday at St. Lawrence, but stumbling onto a shortcut back to 56 made up for the three roundtrips between Potsdam and Canton on the weekend. Despite watching our team take only one point on the weekend, Mom and I did enjoy going on the ECAC's most legendary roadtrip. I'm sure I would have preferred the experience of the Colgate fans, who saw their team sweep, but losing a bad game in hostile territory hundreds of miles from home is a very real part of the experience of a sports fan, and what makes sports the purest form of entertainment. Happy endings are not guaranteed, which makes the ones that happen much better. With the North Country road trip report, this is Joe Schlobotnik. _________________________________________________________________ Last Modified: 1997 January 6 Joe Schlobotnik / [log in to unmask] HOCKEY-L is for discussion of college ice hockey; send information to [log in to unmask], The College Hockey Information List.