06.10.2006, 17:59
Der Toronto Star hat nun einen Auszug aus dem Martin Brodeur Buch “Brodeur: Beyond the Crease” von Damien Cox online gestellt. Dabei scheint Brodeur kein grosser “Fan“ von Dominik Hasek zusein, folgendes Erlebniss schreibt er ueber Hasek denn er waehrend der World Stars Tour in Europe kennen lernte:
September 30, Toronto Star: Hasek, who I didn't know very well before the tour, is a different guy. He was a very accomplished athlete used to doing his own thing, often regardless of how it affected other people. Just as the Boston Red Sox would often deal with the antics of outfielder Manny Ramirez by shrugging and saying, "Manny is Manny," so too with Hasek. You had to be willing to say, "Dom is Dom." During the trip, we were often lucky if he arrived five minutes before game time. One game he didn't make it at all and another day I expected him to play, but he was sound asleep on a massage table just before the game started, so I had to play.
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The next Worldstars game was in Pilsen, Czech Republic. I didn't go there but instead went back to Moscow for a special event, Igor Larionov's final game. Meanwhile, Hasek was being received in Pilsen like a conquering hero in his first game back in his home country in more than a decade. Our team won 8—3 over HC Lasselsburger Pilsen and he played half the game, while Nashville goalie Tomas Vokoun was recruited to play the rest while I was still in Moscow. It was our fourth game and only 11 players had played in all four.
The next game was in Bern two days later and I rejoined the Worldstars team there. Hasek was supposed to split the game with me, but he said he wasn't feeling well and couldn't play, which meant I had to put the pads on after a three-hour trip from Russia. Ray Whitney's 51-year-old dad, Floyd, dressed as our backup goalie — he had been a practice goaltender with the Edmonton Oilers during a couple of their dynasty years.
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I was peppered with more than 40 shots and, in the very cold Bern arena, also pulled my groin, which ticked me off since I hadn't expected to play at all. The next day it was on to Karlstad, Sweden, to play Farjestad, the team my friend Sheldon Souray was playing for. I walked up to Hasek and said simply, "You're playing." He didn't say anything, but he played. We lost 6—1 and Floyd Whitney played the last four minutes.
Many players either suited up at the last minute or didn't play as the rosters were constantly in flux, so it wasn't just "Dom being Dom."
Players came and went as the tour went along, almost like an elaborate pickup game of international shinny, or a travelling circus. Some players were supposed to show up but didn't.
http://www.mlive.com/weblogs/snapshots/i...tml#190254
September 30, Toronto Star: Hasek, who I didn't know very well before the tour, is a different guy. He was a very accomplished athlete used to doing his own thing, often regardless of how it affected other people. Just as the Boston Red Sox would often deal with the antics of outfielder Manny Ramirez by shrugging and saying, "Manny is Manny," so too with Hasek. You had to be willing to say, "Dom is Dom." During the trip, we were often lucky if he arrived five minutes before game time. One game he didn't make it at all and another day I expected him to play, but he was sound asleep on a massage table just before the game started, so I had to play.
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The next Worldstars game was in Pilsen, Czech Republic. I didn't go there but instead went back to Moscow for a special event, Igor Larionov's final game. Meanwhile, Hasek was being received in Pilsen like a conquering hero in his first game back in his home country in more than a decade. Our team won 8—3 over HC Lasselsburger Pilsen and he played half the game, while Nashville goalie Tomas Vokoun was recruited to play the rest while I was still in Moscow. It was our fourth game and only 11 players had played in all four.
The next game was in Bern two days later and I rejoined the Worldstars team there. Hasek was supposed to split the game with me, but he said he wasn't feeling well and couldn't play, which meant I had to put the pads on after a three-hour trip from Russia. Ray Whitney's 51-year-old dad, Floyd, dressed as our backup goalie — he had been a practice goaltender with the Edmonton Oilers during a couple of their dynasty years.
...
I was peppered with more than 40 shots and, in the very cold Bern arena, also pulled my groin, which ticked me off since I hadn't expected to play at all. The next day it was on to Karlstad, Sweden, to play Farjestad, the team my friend Sheldon Souray was playing for. I walked up to Hasek and said simply, "You're playing." He didn't say anything, but he played. We lost 6—1 and Floyd Whitney played the last four minutes.
Many players either suited up at the last minute or didn't play as the rosters were constantly in flux, so it wasn't just "Dom being Dom."
Players came and went as the tour went along, almost like an elaborate pickup game of international shinny, or a travelling circus. Some players were supposed to show up but didn't.
http://www.mlive.com/weblogs/snapshots/i...tml#190254