By Jordan Bernfield
I decided to go into covering sports for a living because ultimately, I'm a huge fan. That's also why I decided to start this website five months ago, because I wanted to comment on all the things in sports important to me. Regardless of what I cover in the media, I'll always have that same passion for sports. If at any point I don't care about the games anymore, or I feel like it's work, I'm getting out of this industry for good.
Last night I covered the Stanley Cup Playoff Game between the Chicago Blackhawks and the Calgary Flames. I sat among the press in the beautiful United Center press box with media members I knew from the newspaper, television or radio. I watched the game with a pen and pad of paper, taking notes on things to ask about in the post game interviews. Mostly, though, I was watching the game as a nervous wreck hoping the Blackhawks would find a way to win.
Calgary scored the first goal of the game at the 7:36 mark of the 1st period, a Jarome Iginla goal assisted by Mike Cammalleri and Dion Phaneuf. (For those of you who don't follow hockey, that means with 12:24 left on the clock). I could do just fine pretending not to be partial for this. I don't usually react when my teams perform poorly, so I marked it down on my pad of paper and was able to play the character of "impartial media" without a hitch.
Same thing when Calgary scored again. This time at the 16:15 mark of the 1st period. This time it was former Hawks captain Adrian Aucoin, assisted by Iginla and the newly acquired Olli Jokinen. I was annoyed, given that Aucoin was garbage when he played in Chicago and was frequently injured. "Figures," I uttered under my breath. Still, I don't think anyone noticed my emotion.
Between periods I was chatting with other members of the media sitting around me. They were joking about the Blackhawks poor play in the first twenty minutes. I kept thinking to myself, some of these guys are from around here, or have covered the team for years. Don't they want this team to win at all? Why aren't they nervous, or frustrated? I was nervous and frustrated, but laughed it off with these media cohorts hoping we wouldn't be having the same conversation at the end of the second.
Forty six seconds into the second period the Blackhawks netted their first goal. "YES!" I blurted, this time unable to keep my cool. Jonathan Toews (Scott's boy) sends one in from the right side of the net over the shoulder of Flames goalie Mikka Kipprusoff. Assists to Cam Barker and Patrick Sharp. A guy sitting next to me chuckled to himself and scoffed, "well at least they showed up." I wanted to swat him and remind him there was nearly forty minutes of hockey left and it was a one goal game. Anything could happen.
Thirteen minutes go by. Scoring chances are squandered by both teams. Then Patrick Kane races down the side wall, and floats a perfect saucer pass for Patrick Sharp in front of the net. Deke, shot, score. The United Center explodes.
I nearly jump out of my seat. I didn't yell, but I had a grin across my face so wide it nearly broke my cheek bones. The guy next to me now knows I can't contain myself, and he says to me, "this is fun, isn't it?". "I'm having a blast," I reply.
The second period was nearly in the books and I was ready to go check out this unbelievable media spread they had in the pressbox. Until with less than a minute remaining in the period, Toews struck again. This time he plunks in a rebound off a Dave Bolland shot. The other assist to Brent Seabrook, I hear in the press box. Now the Blackhawks are winning. I am pumped.
Between periods I chatted up some more media but now I can't decide whether I'm excited or still nervous. Sure, the Hawks just took the lead but can they hold it? Can Nikolai Khabibulin continue to come up with ridiculous saves? Plus, can we wear them down in the third period? We need to win both these games at home...
It's the third period now and I turn to the guy next to me. "How long after the game will the players come out?"
"Put it this way," he says. "You better haul your ass downstairs as fast as that clock hits zeros. It's a mad rush to the locker room. In fact, if the game's well in hand, we usually leave around the five minute mark."
No one scores in the third period as five minutes are left on the clock. Still a one goal game, and still none of us can leave the press box. No empty-netters, but the Blackhawks prevail. A 3 to 2 victory, as the fog horn goes off and the stadium erupts one last time. I pack up my stuff and rush towards the elevator. Meeting me there to wait for the first trip down are people I've been watching, reading, and listening to for years. Some of them since I learned how to read.
"This is the fun part now," the guy next to me said.
I enter an elevator with probably twenty more people than suggested and we plunge down to the basement. When we get out, everyone is walking, but has a hop in their step, as if they could be in a dead sprint at any moment. We enter the Blackhawks locker room and immediate the walking turns into jogging. People are jockeying for positioning around Jonathan Toews. Two goals, including the game winner for the team captain. I turn on my digital recorder and listen to him talk.
He finishes, and the herd flocks towards Patrick Sharp. Then we flock towards hawks defenseman Duncan Keith. A lull, for maybe two minutes, then Dustin Byfuglien comes out to meet us. All the while, we're asking whether they feel relieved by winning both games despite falling behind? Was this the most gratifying win in the young careers of these players? What adjustments can they make heading into Calgary on Monday?
All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye Khabibulin waddles in with his pads just removed and the herd gallops towards him. Finally, we clear out and make our way to the press room where head coach Joel Quenneville addressed the media.
This was the most relaxed part of the whole experience. You ask for the microphone, you ask your question, and the rest of the time you sit and listen to the other questions, some good and some insane from Canadian or foreign media sources. After ten minutes of this, Quenneville thanks us and walks off. I pack up my stuff and make my way towards the exit. The Calgary players are all ducking out early, so I can't get a sound bite from any of them. Now it's time to leave.
I walk up the stairs to the media exit, look behind me to see if anyone's there. A Blackhawks representative is walking behind me and asks me if I had a good time. "It was great," I said. "But it was great because they won." I look again to make sure none of these other guys were around. "I know I have to pretend to be impartial right now, or at least, I've had to all night. But I'm so excited they won. What a great night."
He smiled and got into the elevator. "I agree," he said, as the door closed. I opened the door of the United Center and left the building. I let out a huge fist pump outside the door.
We've got a two game series lead, I thought, as I left. This is great!
As fun a night as it was, it was fun because they won. It was fun because I was lucky enough to be a part of the electricity in the arena, the euphoric atmosphere of the crowd. It wasn't fun just because I was talking to athletes or sitting in a place providing me free food. That was all good, sure.
But I'm a fan, and my team won. That's all that mattered. And that's why I do this.