Managing The Rink – Could The Calgary Flames Be On The Move?


I think I’ve had about enough of the threats. (Notice I didn’t call them “idle threats” – I believe that these threats could actually happen based on who is involved.)

When this whole Calgary Flames and the new arena issue came up, I was on board. The Saddledome is old. The Flames need a new rink. But then I sat back and thought about it. My perspective had changed. Now is not the right time to build a new rink.

When Ken King suggested the CalgaryNext project, I didn’t have high hopes. It was too expensive and, even though it would be an asset to the community, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t the right time for such an ambitious project. It was a great concept, but just not feasible, in my opinion. 

And then Gary Bettman showed up to beg Calgary for money. That probably wasn’t a good idea. Bettman’s popularity among Canadian hockey fans is questionable at best. And for him to ask a community of Canadians for money didn’t look good. It sure didn’t make me start throwing my hard-earned money around. 

Now we’re at the part in the story when threats are being tossed around like campaign promises.

When King first told the media that he would consider moving the Flames if they didn’t get a new arena, my heart leaped into my throat at the prospect of losing the only NHL team I’ve ever cheered for. My heart has been with the Calgary Flames since 1988. Naturally, I panicked and thought, “Nenshi, give him the money!” Again, I sat back and thought about it. Again, common sense prevailed.

And now, reading that Brian Burke has said the same thing in the media just pisses me off. Enough with the threats. I’m not saying that I want my favourite NHL team gone. It could happen, I understand that. But mashing it into our brains and threatening us with the idea that we’ll lose our team is not going to make us spend money that we don’t have so we can keep a team we pay heavily to see. Personally, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to renew my season tickets next year because I have no money. If I have disposable income, I’d completely support the idea of a new arena. Right now, I’m still trying to work my way out of this oil crash. For someone to threaten to take away the team that I have supported for many years is a slap in the face. And it doesn’t make it any easier for me to afford those season tickets or a new rink. If anything, now I feel resentful. 

Maybe because they make millions each year, Bettman, King, and Burke forget that they’re asking a community, who just went through an oil crash, to pay for an arena they can’t afford. They want money out of people who don’t have any. Have they seen the ghost town that used to be known as downtown Calgary?? People in the city can barely afford to pay their own bills, let alone another bill for a new arena. Now is not the right time to ask people in Calgary for money.

As for Burke suggesting that they’ll move the Flames to Quebec, there’s no way in hell that Bettman would ever allow that to happen. Gary Bettman is trying to Americanize the game of hockey and he’s succeeding. He gave Las Vegas a new team, but refused Quebec. How does that even make sense? Everyone knows that the Canadian market is famous for selling out arenas on the worst of nights. I can’t see how Las Vegas could sell out on any night considering the lack of potential fan base. But I digress. NHL hockey is America’s game now. And I think I’d die of shock if I ever saw Bettman agree to let a team move to Quebec.

Lastly, who the fuck am I going to cheer for if the Calgary Flames are moved?? The Oilers?! Hellz no! The Canucks?! Fuck right off. If anything, I’d cheer for the Flames who will probably be moved to somewhere like Idaho and called the Potatoes. So then I’d be dubbed a damn Potato-head. Well, at least it would only last a couple of years until the team folds because I just can’t see how hockey would fly in Idaho.

In my opinion, this is just another slap in the face to the loyal team supporters and I’m done with it. Fight your fight and good luck to you. I’m not listening to the threats anymore. That’s not how you maintain a fan base. That’s how you alienate a fan base. 

If the NHL leaves Calgary, I’ll invest my money somewhere else. And that’s not a threat – it’s a guarantee. 


This Is Baseball


My son works very hard at everything he does. He was raised to always give 100% or more. He excels at school (the teacher won’t even send home tests for me to sign anymore because, as she explained, “it’s just another 100%”), and he’s very creative (he’s forever coming up with new ideas and trying to create something out of nothing). He’s a smart kid and he amazes me. 

But there are some things that he’s just not naturally good at. Hockey is one of those things. Because he’s so small and has no kind of aggression, he struggles against opponents who are bigger than me. I won’t let him try out for the tiered hockey team because I know he won’t make it and he’ll take it personally. Hockey around here is pretty intense, even at the minor hockey level. My fear is that he’ll hold a grudge against the sport and never step foot on the ice again. I just want him to love and enjoy the game at a fun level. So he plays house league hockey now and he probably always will. 

When it comes to having heart, I haven’t met a kid who can rival mine. He’s a great teammate, always cheering on his friends. He’s competitive, but usually only with himself. And he’s got more heart and team spirit than anyone I’ve ever met. 

When we decided to let him tryout this season for the tiered baseball team, I sat him down and had a talk. I didn’t want him holding a grudge against baseball like I know he would against hockey. I explained that, even if he didn’t make the team, it doesn’t mean he’s a terrible player. It means it wasn’t his year and he can tryout again next year when he’s a senior player in the division. He agreed with me and then added, “I want what’s best for the team, even if it means that I’m not on it.” I knew right then that he was ready to take on some competition. 

And so it began – four nights of baseball this week alone. 

Last night at tryouts, I noticed he was coughing and rubbing at his neck while playing shortstop. Dread crept through me as I realized he’s probabaly getting sick. But, because my kid has team spirit, he kept doing his best even though he made a few errors. He got frustrated with himself when he dropped the ball at first base and didn’t get the out. And he hustled to the dugout without a smile that is usually on his face. 

He did well on the bats and at pitching. He hit almost every ball right down the third baseline and they were all fair. And his pitching arm has improved a lot since last season. His aim is amazing. He makes me proud. And he did it all while being sick. Just imagine how well he will do when he’s feeling good. 

When we got in the truck after practice, he was visibly upset and said, “I couldn’t do my best tonight. I don’t know why I kept making errors and it makes me so mad.” 

To which I replied, “you’re sick, son. You’re allowed to have a bad night. But you still did great in spite of not feeling well. And I’m very proud of you.” 

A tear slid down his cheek as he mumbled, “I really don’t think I’ll make it because of tonight.” 

“Then we enjoy house league for another year because that’s how we roll.” 

He nodded, defeatedly. The rest of the ride home was silent. 

He took a quick shower, had a snack and drink, and then made his way to bed, where I sat with him for a few minutes. 

MM walked into the dark room and said, “Coach Wally just texted me. I have to go back to the diamond because son forgot his shoes.” 

While MM was gone, I let son cry on my shoulder about his disappointment that night. He was angry at himself for being so forgetful and for being too sick to play his best that night. 

For the record, I’m biased because I’m his mom but he did everything he possibly could at tryouts that night. I know my kids effort and he gave 110% in spite of being sick. I was so very proud of him regardless of whether or not he made the team. But he was disappointed in himself and that’s what mattered to me, so I let him cry. 

When MM returned, he came into the bedroom again and this time sat down with us. “Chin up, kiddo.”

“But dad, I’m so mad at myself.” 

“There’s no reason to be mad at yourself, son. I just talked to Coach Wally because all the coaches are still out at the diamond picking the team, and he said you did a great job during tryouts. He said he knew you weren’t feeling well tonight and he’s proud of you for doing your best.”

There was a slight pause while my son digested the information. “They picked the team already?” he asked hesitantly. 

And MM nodded, “Coach Wally told me that he’s been watching you during house league baseball since you’re lucky enough to have him as a house league coach again and he noticed a lot of improvement since last season.” A smile played across MM’s face. “And he said that your improvements over the past year are the reason why you made the tiered team.” 

My son’s eyes popped open at the realization of what MM said. “Coach Wally said I made the team??” When MM nodded, my son, sick as he was with a fever and a cough, started jumping up and down. “I MADE IT!!! I’m so happy, mom!” 

I legitimately started to tear up. My heart leaped into my throat. I was so happy for my son and so proud of him for playing so hard. I knew he deserved it, but I didn’t know if the coaches would see it. But they did. And, because of that, I’m forever grateful. 

This. Is. Baseball.