Friday, June 26, 2020

Review: Gods at Play (2020)

By Tom Callahan

You hear the phrase "I couldn't put it down" when it comes to books. That's more rare than you'd think. Even the good ones call for a break by the reader every once in a while.

Sometimes, though, a book comes along that hits the reader's sweet spot - a book that you enjoy from beginning to end, and are a little sorry that it has ended.

For me, at least, "Gods at Play" by Tom Callahan was such a book.

Callahan bumped into sports journalism almost by accident, as he impressed a sports editor with a bit of knowledge about an incoming Bullets' player named Earl Monroe. Callahan worked up the ladder from there, serving as a newspaper reporter and columnist and serving as Time magazine's sports writer.  He's done a few good books along the way, too.

Those jobs gave him a lot of access to sports stars over the years, particularly in the early days when the players and coaches weren't kept at an arm's length from the media whenever possible. Here he is now, 50 years, telling stories about what the ride was like.

What's more, all of the stories are good ones.

Admittedly, I'm a sucker for tales of sportswriters on the road. They usually center on the adventures of some bright, interesting people who wrote nonfiction for a living - except, of course, when it came to their expense accounts. I should add that memoirs like these from sportswriters used to have a bunch of tales that involved alcohol consumption that haven't gotten less funny as time as gone on and drinking has become a little less, um, glamorous. Thankfully. In this case, Callahan opens the entire book with a story about John Drebinger of the New York Times - and it's a classic. The book had me right there.

From there, we're off on a journey with some of the greats of the business. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Oscar Robertson. Roberto Clemente. Pete Rose. Johnny Bench. Muhammad Ali. Paul Brown. Bill Walsh. Arthur Ashe. Tiger Woods. Secretariat. Joe Montana. Wayne Gretzky. Larry Bird. Mike Tyson. If you are going to write about the biggest sports starts of the second half of the 20th century, that's not a bad way to start. The B List of those included here has some good names too. They are grouped mostly by sports, although tangents are allowed in such exercises.

There are a few excerpts of his work included here, but Callahan only includes one long complete story of his. It's a terrific story about Jerry Smith, a tight end of the Washington Redskins who died of AIDS in 1986, and about how his teammates felt about him. Wonderful work. The chapter on basketball player Bob Cousy fascinates as well; he's still a good, thoughtful man into his 90s.

Admittedly, some of the names and stories might qualify as ancient history to those who are still waiting to have their first adult beverage in an establishment. But I think everything holds up well enough to still be current and enjoyable today.

Callahan really did have quite a ride in the business, as "Gods at Play" shows. Not everyone will love it like I did, but most will enjoy it thoroughly.

Five stars

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Friday, June 19, 2020

Review: Kooks and Degenerates on Ice (2020)

By Thomas L. Whalen

Fifty years?

Fifty years.

It's been a half-century as of 2020 since Bobby Orr did a Superman impression for the Boston Bruins, flying through the air just after scoring the Stanley Cup-winning goal in the final against the St. Louis Blues (pictured here). It was voted the greatest moment in NHL history a short time ago, and it probably hasn't been topped.

What's more, if you'll excuse the personal side of the picture, it's the team that turned me into a hockey fan. I had always been a Celtics fan from a distance of a few hundred miles as a kid, thanks to family ties, but knew nothing about hockey except from seeing the odd game on television out of New York. This crew pulled me in, and I'm still watching the game today.

The Boston Bruins of 1969-70 stole quite a few hearts and minds that year. Orr was the centerpiece of the team, but Phil Esposito was a superstar as well and the supporting cast had a ton of excellent players who knew how to fill their roles. Personality? Check. Toughness? Check. In a different era, that team probably would have won at least four Stanley Cups instead of the two it did capture (1970 and 1972). Circumstances didn't allow the group to stay together and fulfill its potential.

Author Thomas L. Whalen thought it was a good time to give those Bruins the once over. The resulting book is "Kooks and Degenerates on Ice," a line from a quote from backup goalie Eddie Johnston.

The Bruins had been the needy baby brother of the league for a good portion of the 1960s. Then Orr arrived as an 18-year-old sensation, and the Bruins completed one of the most one-sided trades in NHL history in picking up Esposito, Ken Hodge and Fred Stanfield. The other pieces came together soon enough, and the team needed to learn how to win in 1968-69 before preparing for takeoff a year later.

Whalen takes a mostly biographical approach to the task of looking back at that team. The regular season itself really gets little coverage here, with the stories of the key players reviewed. Then the book gets to the playoffs, which didn't offer too many dramatics. The Bruins won their last 10 games in racing through the Rangers, Blackhawks and Blues to the Cup.

Boston had enough to win again in 1972, but a number of forces combined to bring the Bruins back to the pack. The World Hockey Association came along and raided the team's roster for such players as Derek Sanderson, Gerry Cheevers and John McKenzie. Orr started to have severe knee problems a few years into his career, and after a while simply couldn't compensate for his injuries.  

Whalen certainly did some serious homework for this project. The bibliography is a long one, with a variety of sources from books, magazines and newspapers cited. It's tough to argue with what's been written. Still, it's a relatively short book, and there's not much here that you'd call fresh information considering the $36 price tag.

Part of the problem is that this team hasn't been exactly ignored by hockey writers over the years. Esposito and Orr have written books on their hockey lives; Esposito in particular set records for honesty on his less-than-straight-and-narrow ways in his autobiography. Others such as Sanderson have done the same. If you had an interest in the subject, you probably have scratched that itch by now.

The book also wanders to cover the rest of the world's activities, such as the shootings at Kent State, the breakup of the Beatles, and Senator Ted Kennedy's driving accident.  That doesn't include short biographies of opposing players like Bobby Hull, Stan Mikita, Brad Park, Jacques Plante, Tony Esposito and Glenn Hall. The Bruins' history also gets covered here. Eddie Shore's career gets quite a bit of unexpected coverage. It's not that the information is incorrect or boring; it just seems like padding to the main story about the Bruins.

It's probably worth noting that in the Kindle version I read, there were references to Wayne Gretsky and Gordy Howe. Let's hope the names were corrected for the printed version; they are correctly spelled in the index.

"Kooks and Degenerates on Ice" won't take you much time to read, at least, and it will provide an overview if you need a concise look at the subject of the 1969-70 Bruins. If you are looking for more than that, though - such as interviews with some of the principals as they look back for 50 years - you are liable to be disappointed.

Three stars

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Thursday, June 11, 2020

Review: Broph (2018)

By Gregg Inkpen

There aren't many "underground" sports legends these days. In a world with social media and cameras everywhere, no one who acts outrageously can be anonymous for long.

It wasn't always that way. Let's take the world of hockey, in which the low minors played almost a different sport than their major league counterparts. The stories still circulate about on-ice incidents, and about off-ice actions that involved fans. Life in the Eastern Hockey League and the North American Hockey League were something out of the Wild, Wild West. Play at that level was much like the movie "Slap Shot."

There weren't many Paul Newmans involved in those games, but there was a man from those times who is still something of a legend. Author Gregg Inkpen tries to sort out the facts from fiction in his book, "Broph," about John Brophy. It's a self-published effort that probably could have used a little more editing, but it tells quite a life story along the way.

It's not exactly easy to sum up Brophy in a few paragraphs here. He came out of Nova Scotia and was one of those guys who loved hockey so much that he'd do anything to stay involved in it. "Anything," as defined in the minors of the day, meant be a tough guy. Brophy spent 18 years in minor hockey as a player, retiring at the age of 40 after running up almost 4,000 penalty minutes in the process.

The defenseman had his share of incidents along the way. He wasn't suspended after every game, but it sounds at times as if it wasn't a matter of a lack of trying. There are plenty of tales here about referees getting knocked down and coaches getting hit and chairs being thrown at fans. Quite clearly, Brophy was a man who certainly had some self-control problems in certain situations.

What do you do with a man like that when his playing days are over? Make him a coach. Of course. The ride continued for many more years behind the bench, with more problems with authority figures, among others. He tried to make sure his team was tough enough to encounter any foe in the physical sense, and usually succeeded.

And he won. Brophy won more than 1,000 games in his long career, using methods that dated back to the Eddie Shore era - who famously tied a rope around his goalie in practice so he wouldn't wander away from the net.

Brophy had one big chance to escape urban legend status. He somehow became the head coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs, in part because he got along with owner Harold Ballard. Brophy didn't win there, but nobody won in Toronto in the 1980s because the organization was under perpetual chaos under Ballard. After the inevitable firing, Brophy had an 11-year run with Hampton Roads of the ECHL - and never had a losing season.

Inkpen deserves great credit for tracking down information here. Plenty of people have stories about Brophy. If John Muckler ever writes an autobiography, he'd probably make sure than a third of it was about dealing with Brophy in the ECHL. He loved to talk about him. (Wayne Gretzky and Co. would get another third, and the rest of his life would finish it.)

The book tries to offer a balanced look at Brophy, and there are plenty of stories about how he wasn't always a maniac. He would help out a young player, quietly help out someone in financial need, or buy Thanksgiving turkeys for the underpaid staff. Fine. Even so, you'd probably need a psychologist to figure out Brophy's behavior - which in the day probably was no joking matter to most and today would even be less tolerated than it was.

I can tell you the portion of the book where Brophy lost me. There's a story from his coaching days in Canada where a child with disabilities turned up in the team locker room - just when Brophy was upset about something. Between obscenities, Brophy kicked the child's wheelchair, pushing him out of the locker room and into a wall. Then the coach trashed the weight machine and broke every stick in sight.

What sort of person does that? It's hard to say, but it would be interesting to know if someone had tried to figure out where all of the anger came from. A little more analysis from those around Brophy might have helped shape a better picture of hm.

"Broph" is not a pretty picture, then. The evidence is simply presented, and it's up to us to sort it out. It is easy to appreciate the work went into this, though. And if you like stories about old-time hockey, you'll find this entertaining.

Three stars

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