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GIP! and screencaps!
After explaining the whole concept of screencapping to me in Very Small Words, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heuradys took one of the caps I did and made it into this lovely icon, so I now have hugging hockey boys to complement my kissing hockey boys.
Okay, the guys under this first cut tag? Are fighting. I swear. They want to hurt each other. At least at the moment. What they'll be meeting up to do after the game, I really couldn't say.
The best part of this is that, once the ref pulled them apart and got the shirtless guy, Severyn, to knock it off (taking your shirt off gives you an unfair tactical advantage in a hockey fight, honest), the announcer said, "Severyn looks really frustrated there, which is understandable - once you get in the mood, you just wanna go."
I had trouble getting good caps of most of the fights, as they tend to be blurry, and no one frame can quite capture a fight anyway. I couldn't resist this one, though:
That's Mike Vernon on the left and Patrick Roy on the right - at the time, the fourth and third winningest goalies in the NHL respectively, duking it out. Why? According to the announcers, because you have to be crazy to be a goalie, so sooner or later you're bound to snap. But let me just say, Roy started it. He's way crazier than our guy. (Fighting Patrick Roy briefly became a goalie tradition in Detroit; the following year, Vernon's backup Osgood had graduated to the starting spot, and was also involved in a center-ice fight with Roy. For years afterward, every new goalie to come into Detroit was asked whether he'd be willing to fight Patrick Roy. It was the only question that truly mattered.)
Okay, anyway, the really amusing-to-me thing about this picture isn't so much the fighting goalies as the two pairs of guys in the background doing what I call the hockey dance. They're not fighting; they've just paired up to hold on to each other, thus preventing each other from getting involved in the fight. As you can see, they tend to hold onto each other like kids at a middle-school dance, and they move in slow circles, trying to keep an eye on the fight.
Okay, the other thing about hockey fights is that they tend to be bloody. On this particular night, there was a lot of blood. A lot. All the screencaps with an emphasis on blood are going under this next cut tag, so. If you tend to wince in sympathy at evidence of other people's pain, this is not the cut tag for you, okay?
This is Claude Lemieux, being pulled to his feet and taken away by a linesman. Please note the corresponding bloodstains on Claude's face and on the boards. Lemieux is really the one who started it, 301 days before this game took place, by checking Kris Draper face-first into the boards, breaking his jaw and badly cutting up his face, and then refusing to apologize and in fact claiming that he had made Draper's career. Whether Lemieux's hit on Draper was dirty or just an unfortunate accident remains open to debate; Lemieux being an asshole about the whole thing is pretty much undisputed. Hockey tends to be self-policing about stuff like that, which is why everybody--probably including Lemieux--knew that it was just a matter of time before exactly this thing happened. Still, I never noticed before yesterday that McCarty (Kris Draper's linemate, good friend, and self-appointed avenger) actually kneed Lemieux's head into the boards. Ouch. Poetically just, perhaps, but ouch.
The ref actually had to scrape Lemieux's blood off the ice with his skate. They showed this shot repeatedly. It's a thing.
And here, a nice benign picture of a bloodied jersey. That blood is all off his opponent's hands, from what I can tell--I need to re-cap the shot of his back, later on, when the blood had dried a bit and you could make out a handprint on his back. Also, look, cuddly linesmen!
The best part, though, is really after the fights.
Here's Darren McCarty, on the right, sent off to the penalty box after beating up on Lemieux, welcoming Igor Larionov in to keep him company. Weirdly, the bloody multi-fight period of pandemonium started with Iggy there getting into a fight. Iggy was, even then, one of the older guys on the team, in his early thirties. He was nicknamed "the professor" by his teammates; off-ice he wore glasses and played chess. He was the first Russian to defect to the United States to play hockey. He stands about 5'8". This is not a man who gets into fights, at least until he's sucker punched by Peter Forsberg. (Did I mention that They Started It? They did.)
This is that backup goalie I mentioned, on the left there grinning at Vernon. I swear to God Ozzie was at least twenty-one at the time of this game.
I have an insane love for this shot, and not just because the refs are about to kiss. Steve Yzerman and Joe Sakic are the captains of the respective teams, which means they're responsible for talking to the refs when penalties are being handed out (in this case, immediately following the bloodbath, it was eight penalties for Detroit and seven for Colorado). They're also both number 19, possibly, though I'm not positive, because they both idolized the same player as kids, and they're both stand-up guys, and this shot just makes me go awwwwwwww.
The game wound up going to overtime, with each team scoring five goals in between the non-stop fights. Hockey overtimes are sudden death, one goal and it's all over. On this particular night, that one goal was scored by none other than Darren McCarty, making him officially the hero of the night.
Mac was standing beside the door to the bench, high-fiving all the guys as they went off the ice, but Draper wasn't having any of that nonsense. Hug!
Of course, once Drapes got a hug, everybody wanted one. The dark haired guy that Mac is, honestly, not kissing in this shot is Brendan Shanahan, still a relative newcomer to the team, who was on a line with Mac for this game and assisted on his game-winning goal.
heuradys took one of the caps I did and made it into this lovely icon, so I now have hugging hockey boys to complement my kissing hockey boys. Okay, the guys under this first cut tag? Are fighting. I swear. They want to hurt each other. At least at the moment. What they'll be meeting up to do after the game, I really couldn't say.
The best part of this is that, once the ref pulled them apart and got the shirtless guy, Severyn, to knock it off (taking your shirt off gives you an unfair tactical advantage in a hockey fight, honest), the announcer said, "Severyn looks really frustrated there, which is understandable - once you get in the mood, you just wanna go."
I had trouble getting good caps of most of the fights, as they tend to be blurry, and no one frame can quite capture a fight anyway. I couldn't resist this one, though:
That's Mike Vernon on the left and Patrick Roy on the right - at the time, the fourth and third winningest goalies in the NHL respectively, duking it out. Why? According to the announcers, because you have to be crazy to be a goalie, so sooner or later you're bound to snap. But let me just say, Roy started it. He's way crazier than our guy. (Fighting Patrick Roy briefly became a goalie tradition in Detroit; the following year, Vernon's backup Osgood had graduated to the starting spot, and was also involved in a center-ice fight with Roy. For years afterward, every new goalie to come into Detroit was asked whether he'd be willing to fight Patrick Roy. It was the only question that truly mattered.)
Okay, anyway, the really amusing-to-me thing about this picture isn't so much the fighting goalies as the two pairs of guys in the background doing what I call the hockey dance. They're not fighting; they've just paired up to hold on to each other, thus preventing each other from getting involved in the fight. As you can see, they tend to hold onto each other like kids at a middle-school dance, and they move in slow circles, trying to keep an eye on the fight.
Okay, the other thing about hockey fights is that they tend to be bloody. On this particular night, there was a lot of blood. A lot. All the screencaps with an emphasis on blood are going under this next cut tag, so. If you tend to wince in sympathy at evidence of other people's pain, this is not the cut tag for you, okay?
This is Claude Lemieux, being pulled to his feet and taken away by a linesman. Please note the corresponding bloodstains on Claude's face and on the boards. Lemieux is really the one who started it, 301 days before this game took place, by checking Kris Draper face-first into the boards, breaking his jaw and badly cutting up his face, and then refusing to apologize and in fact claiming that he had made Draper's career. Whether Lemieux's hit on Draper was dirty or just an unfortunate accident remains open to debate; Lemieux being an asshole about the whole thing is pretty much undisputed. Hockey tends to be self-policing about stuff like that, which is why everybody--probably including Lemieux--knew that it was just a matter of time before exactly this thing happened. Still, I never noticed before yesterday that McCarty (Kris Draper's linemate, good friend, and self-appointed avenger) actually kneed Lemieux's head into the boards. Ouch. Poetically just, perhaps, but ouch.
The ref actually had to scrape Lemieux's blood off the ice with his skate. They showed this shot repeatedly. It's a thing.
And here, a nice benign picture of a bloodied jersey. That blood is all off his opponent's hands, from what I can tell--I need to re-cap the shot of his back, later on, when the blood had dried a bit and you could make out a handprint on his back. Also, look, cuddly linesmen!
The best part, though, is really after the fights.
Here's Darren McCarty, on the right, sent off to the penalty box after beating up on Lemieux, welcoming Igor Larionov in to keep him company. Weirdly, the bloody multi-fight period of pandemonium started with Iggy there getting into a fight. Iggy was, even then, one of the older guys on the team, in his early thirties. He was nicknamed "the professor" by his teammates; off-ice he wore glasses and played chess. He was the first Russian to defect to the United States to play hockey. He stands about 5'8". This is not a man who gets into fights, at least until he's sucker punched by Peter Forsberg. (Did I mention that They Started It? They did.)
This is that backup goalie I mentioned, on the left there grinning at Vernon. I swear to God Ozzie was at least twenty-one at the time of this game.
I have an insane love for this shot, and not just because the refs are about to kiss. Steve Yzerman and Joe Sakic are the captains of the respective teams, which means they're responsible for talking to the refs when penalties are being handed out (in this case, immediately following the bloodbath, it was eight penalties for Detroit and seven for Colorado). They're also both number 19, possibly, though I'm not positive, because they both idolized the same player as kids, and they're both stand-up guys, and this shot just makes me go awwwwwwww.
The game wound up going to overtime, with each team scoring five goals in between the non-stop fights. Hockey overtimes are sudden death, one goal and it's all over. On this particular night, that one goal was scored by none other than Darren McCarty, making him officially the hero of the night.
Mac was standing beside the door to the bench, high-fiving all the guys as they went off the ice, but Draper wasn't having any of that nonsense. Hug!
Of course, once Drapes got a hug, everybody wanted one. The dark haired guy that Mac is, honestly, not kissing in this shot is Brendan Shanahan, still a relative newcomer to the team, who was on a line with Mac for this game and assisted on his game-winning goal.