Lowell Devils
Farewell to a Favorite
I’m Not Playing
Long, Cold Summer – Part II
Easter Sunday found me, and MOL at mothers for a lovely ham dinner. I am pretty sure I ate about 2 pounds of that thing. It was quite tasty. I told the dinner table about Brendan Walsh being a Lockmonster, and no one really seemed to care. MOL even backed out of coming to the game. Oh well. Solo again.
I headed up to the Paul, and took my usual position for the warm ups. The first thing I noticed was #15 was absent from the Lockmonsters side of the ice. I was thinking, maybe he isn’t taking warm ups? Nope. Manchester’s call to the league the previous night did him in. Apparently he wasn’t eligible to play because he was retired. I guess in order to play after clear day rosters come out, you have to have played at least 8 games during the year? Some shit like that. One day, I really need someone to explain the AHL clear day process to me. I’m serious. There is no sense to it.
What the hell does Manchester care if Brendan Walsh is in the line up anyway? Especially against Providence. Provi needed the points to go in front of Manchester for playoff standings, I would think Manchester would have welcomed the distraction of Brendan Walsh with open arms. Not so. Oh, and another thing. Do you think the call would have been made if it wasn’t Walshie involved? Or, if the AHL would have even cared? No way. Anyway, thanks for letting the air out of the tires Manchester. Again.
After I got the news Walshie wasn’t playing, I headed to my usual spot where I bumped into Tweener. He must not have seen the depression on my face, as we had the following discussion.
Tweener: This must be a tactic.
Me: What? Walshie not taking warm ups?
Tweener: Yeah, they must be trying to fuck with em.
Me: He’s not playing. Manchester called the AHL.
Tweener: Stunned silence.
I have seen grown men cry before, and I have seen grown men enraged before. It has been a long time since I saw the look of rage in Tweener’s eyes. There was cursing of Manchester, and swears about a ruined Christmas. I know Tweener. I feel your pain. So the anticipated Brendan Walsh/Matt Goody fight wasn’t going to happen. Or the anticipated Brendan Walsh stirring the pot against his old team all game wasn’t going to happen. Who cares? There was still a game to play. I’m depressed all over again.
The Lockmonsters won their final game as a Carolina/Colorado farm Team 7-3. It was a pretty boring affair, although it was nice to finally see Matt Goody. This kid is going to be a stand out in the AHL next season. Big guy, can skate, and from what I hear can fight. I would say the highlight of the day was the playing of Brass Bonanza as homage to long time Hartford Whaler, and departing head coach Tom Rowe. Every time the Monsters scored it was played, and Tom really got a kick out of it.
Every season the Lockmonsters have a party for season ticket holders after the final game. Last year saw me drinking about 912 beers with Mike Commodore, and he and I ruining a picture for a Booster Club member because Mike insisted I be in the shot. This season was a little more tame in the amount of beers, but fun none the less. I am not an autograph hound. I do not wear game worn jerseys. I don’t understand the fun in it, but if you dig it, more power to you. It is amazing to me how these guys deal with all the people coming up to them. Some of them are very strange as well. I have always said, there is not a more approachable pro athlete than a pro hockey player. These guys proved it time and time again.
At the party, I hung with Mitch Love mostly. Brendan Walsh came in for a beer as well. What a great guy. He is just as funny off the ice as he is on. He was telling a great story about being in the building last year with Providence when he got into it with Gordie Dwyer, and Brantt Myhres. I guess they were getting very hurtful in the verbal abuse department, and there was some bad blood between Walshie and Myhres. Well, Walshie is an Assistant Coach with Northeastern, and was out in Western Canada doing some recruiting. He got picked up by his buddy Steve Parsons, and guess who was in the back seat of the car? Brantt Myhres. I guess Parsons had picked him up from the hospital after Georges Laraque knocked him out in pre season. Walshie said it was pretty uncomfortable, but they are pals now. Mitch Love is a good kid too. We talked for a long time, and had a few beers. Love, Dan DaSilva and myself were the last to go. I was invited to the after party, but alas, has to work on Monday so I took a pass.
So, there it is. The final weekend. I want to wish all the Carolina and Colorado boys’ good luck. I am excited to see them come in to the Paul next year with Albany. This off season can not go quick enough for me. New Jersey has always had a tough team, and I hope they bring the same attitude with them to Lowell. I know the Albany/Lowell rivalry will be one of the best in the "A" next year. Plenty of good American League Hockey to be had in the next couple of months. I was thinking of shooting down to Providence for some of the Portland series. I hope Manchester doesn’t get past the first round. They just made the list.
Long, Cold Summer – Part I
The Lowell Lockmonsters wrapped up their Season this weekend ending Carolina, and Colorado’s tenure in Lowell, as well as putting a nail in the coffin on what was a dreadful year. Actually, that isn’t fair. Considering what they had all year, and the fact they were a glorified ECHL Team for the majority of the campaign, they didn’t do half bad. All in all the weekend wasn’t too bad. It was actually pretty interesting.
It all started Thursday afternoon. I was driving back from work when my cell phone rang. It was Tweener calling, and from the time I said hello, I knew he was fired up. Tweener knows former Providence Bruin, and the funniest man alive, Brendan Walsh. Walshie had sent Tweener an IM, and alluded to the fact he might be in a Lockmonster uniform for the final weekend of the season. Lowell was looking to possibly exact revenge on Manchester’s Joe Rullier for an elbow that knocked out David Gove earlier in the season. The thought process being, Lowell is out of the playoffs, and in their final weekend. Why not goon it up a bit eh? So Tweener and I chatted a bit, and he told me he’d call if he heard anything. I threatened his life if he didn’t call, and we said goodbye.
At this point, I got home and MOL and I went to Papa Razzi in Concord for dinner, and a few drinks. I was very excited, and MOL even seemed a bit into it. She said if Walshie were in the lineup for the final weekend, her shadow may be cast in the Tsongas once again. Tweener called during dinner to tell me he had no update. Thanks for getting my hopes up eh? Dinner turned into us getting shitfaced on the bus, and we went home with no news of Brendan Walsh being a Lockmonster.
Friday was spent VERY hungover at the Office. I was not well. Let’s just say, I saw my breakfast twice. I talked to Tweener, and we seemed pretty sure the Walshie thing was not to be. Oh, well, it would have been cool. Friday I went for drinks with my old pal Jill, MOL, and Rich. A good time was had by all, but I was kind of bummed Brendan wasn’t coming.
After spending the afternoon raking the yard at mothers, it was off to the barn for the final weekend of the year. I always get there about an hour before the game so I can catch the pre game skate. I love warm ups. I always have. As the Monsters came out, I was looking at the names go by. Aucoin. Gove. Finger. Kellman. Walsh. Bennefield. Hey, wait a second? Did I just say "Walsh?" Holy shit, it was him! I hadn’t been that excited at a Lockmonster game since Trevor Gillies came out wearing the same number 15 Brendan Walsh was now wearing. It was Christmas morning, and I had just been given a new bike.
The warm ups were a riot. Rullier and Walshie were jawing at each other. About ten other Monarch’s did a double take when they saw it was in fact Brendan Walsh taking warm ups. I must say, he looked good in red. The boys were ready for a show! Say what you will about Walshie’s playing ability, or pugilistic ability. The kid is fun as hell to watch. His mouth is always going, and this tilt was no exception. Not only was Brendan Walsh one of the best players on the ice, he ws certainly the most talkative. He was always talking. Be it directing traffic, or telling Petr Kanko he’d have extra cheese, and lettuce on his taco, he was talking. But Manchester almost ruined the whole thing.
I was standing near where the off ice officials deliver the line ups, and I asked if Brendan was starting. "No." I was told. "He’s not even playing." WHAT!? Apparently Lowell had left him off the Official line up, and therefore, wouldn’t be allowed to play. Oh, here’s your new bike for Christmas, Nope, can’t ride it. This sucked! I can’t believe we were going to get the screw job from Manchester like this. I guess after some hemming and hawing about when and at what time you could be added to the roster, #15 Walsh, was added, but not with out Manchester making a call to the AHL about it. Put the air back in the tires and take her for a spin.
The game itself was pretty good. Tim Jackman (MCH) and Blue Bennefield (LOW) had a great tilt right in front of me. Lots of good punches were thrown and landed by both guys, but I am going to give the win to Blue. Later, Scott Kellman (LOW) and Jackman had another fight. I guess Kellman got killed in Manchester the night before. This time out, he fared a lot better. Not a lot was thrown by either guy. It was a lot of wrestling, but a pretty good tilt. I call it a draw. The real star of the show was Walshie. He was honestly one of the best player’s on the ice. He looked like he wasn’t in "hockey shape" but played very well position wise, and made smart decisions with the puck. Near the end of the game it looked like he and Rullier were going to get into it, squaring off one time, and another getting face to face off a face off. If I can read lips correctly, Walshie said to Rullier, "Oh, you know what Rullier? Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?! I’m here for one game; I will fight you right now." It seems #7 wanted no part. Lowell ended up losing 2-1, but who cares? They were out of the Playoffs, and Brendan Walsh was in town with his former employer coming in the next day. This was going to be the best closing weekend ever!