There's been repeated talk about this year's playoffs as a sort of "coming-out" party for Karlsson, as the dashing Swedish defenseman has been integral in the Sens' surprising deep run. He has 16 points in 18 games. Both of the goals he's tallied have been game-winners. In fact, before Tuesday night's victory, Karlsson had been on the ice for every single Senators game-winning goal of this postseason. He also does stuff like this on occasion, holy jeezus:
And despite the solid offensive numbers, he's anything but the second coming of Mike Green; Karlsson is a no-doubt top-tier defender, with incredible speed and strength on the ice, despite playing through the postseason with a pair of hairline fractures in his heel, plus whatever maladies get revealed after the Senators' final game. ("Karlsson had three fractured ribs... Anderson's left arm was swapped out with an elaborate K'Nex set... Cody Ceci had this hangnail that just wouldn't go away.")#GottaSeeIt: Erik Karlsson springs Mike Hoffman for a breakaway and a beauty finish. #StanleyCup pic.twitter.com/N9Pr2Y6N4w— Sportsnet (@Sportsnet) April 17, 2017
So yes, the Erik Karlsson Show has been in full effect, and deservedly so. What a great story, a player coming out of nowhere to light up the league and lead his underdog team to unexpected success!
Except, for anyone who follows the NHL closely, all this talk of Karlsson's sudden prominence is yet another indictment of this garage league and its complete inability to market its players and its game to a league-wide audience, much less a nationwide or continent-wide one.
Erik Karlsson is not some flash in the pan. He is not some suddenly-emergent youngster. He is a former first-round pick in his eighth NHL season. He is his team's captain, averaging 0.82 points per game for his regular-season career. He is a four-time All-Star, and there have only been five All-Star games during his career. He was the leading scorer in the 2014 Olympics (tied with Phil! Kessel,) and was named the Games' most valuable defenseman. He has twice won the freaking Norris Trophy, the award that ostensibly goes to the best defenseman in the league whose prominent voices are hailing his sudden emergence over the last two months. Erik Karlsson has the credentials to be a Face of the League (and what a face, damn those Swedes,) so why is he only now getting consistent recognition?
One of the arguments I've heard about this is "Well, he plays in Ottawa." And sure, Ottawa is a Canadian market, and probably the Canadian NHL market that gets the least national attention in Canada. The Sens have been either an early-round flameout or an easily-ignored non-qualifier for the last decade. Their owner cries poor and begs for government money for a downtown stadium while hindering his own team with a self-imposed salary cap. The Rideau Canal smells like gravy, and not in the good way. Great player, not-so-great, small-market team. Can't expect a guy in any situation like that to light up TV sets from coast to coast, after all.
And yet, to borrow a page from every trashpile meme that circulates the internet yearly between April and June: Look at the NBA. Right around the time Magic Johnson and Larry Bird entered their league, they figured out that if they gave big marketing pushes to exciting star players, it would be beneficial to the league as a whole. Then Michael Jordan came around a few years later, and that strategy worked out pretty okay for them. (Fun parallel: Magic entered the NBA in 1979, as Wayne Gretzky fell into the NHL's lap; Jordan turned pro in 1984, the same year as Mario Lemieux.)
Here's how that NBA strategy works out: I know who Giannis Antetokounmpo is. I barely watch any basketball, and I'm not even going to take a passing attempt at saying his name out loud, but I know who he is, and I know he's fun as hell to watch. This is despite the fact that he plays for the Milwaukee Bucks, a team that has been wholly irrelevant in the NBA for three solid decades, and plays in the 41st-largest U.S. media market. (Milwaukee's city population is about 360,000 people less than Ottawa's, though its metropolitan area is about 200,000 people larger.) The Bucks are so pointless in the NBA, in fact, that when the time came to justify handing over several hundred million dollars of taxpayer money to the Bucks' owners for a new stadium, this is the best sales pitch state officials could come up with:
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Photo of Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker balances out the Karlsson pic linked earlier. |
These decisions are not merely based in business sense or a lack thereof, though; they are also rooted in the often misguided and backward tendencies of Hockey Culture. Speaking of the Predators, Evan F. Moore wrote yesterday in The Shadow League about how Hockey Culture suppressed, then ostracized P.K. Subban. While there is an obvious racial component to Subban's treatment, many of the broad strokes against him by The Guardians of The Right Way can be applied to so many other would-be household names. Look at him drawing attention to himself. Look at him having too much fun out there, even though every damn pregame interview from our lead sideline reporter ends with Pierre telling a player to have fun out there. Look at him not being a boring, anonymous cog in our team machine. These things must be stamped out and discouraged in favor of monotone platitudes about getting pucks in deep and playing our game out there. Fealty to The Team and The History must take precedent above all. Sure, Subban has shown nothing but love and respect for the game's legends, and even forged a deep emotional bond with The Canadien during his time in Montreal. And there was the whole millions of dollars and countless hours of service donated to sick children thing.
But, you know, dancing and fancy handshakes and too much smiling, so it's far better to build the team around Shea Weber and Steve Ott and get our asses walloped in the first round. It's losing The Right Way, you see.
There are encouraging cracks forming in Hockey Culture. Social media has allowed players capable of expressing themselves to actually do so, winning over new fans outside of their home markets in the process. Remember when we viewed Roberto Luongo as a whiny jerk, and not a self-deprecating goof worth cheering for? Remember when hockey fans latched on to a doofy fifth-liner like Paul Bissonnette because it was such a shock to find a hockey player at any level of skill with something genuine and interesting to say?
Players who haven't already had the personality drummed out of them through Bantam and Junior can can finally give their fans a more authentic version of themselves, and something to cheer for besides the home team's laundry. (Note that this does not always work out as a positive; hello, Thomas Greiss.) And as fans become more aware of the game's great players, regardless of the markets they play in, perhaps the NHL will get the message that showcasing and marketing all of these great players will only be to its benefit.
Or the league can just cross its fingers and hope that Boston, Buffalo, Chicago, Detroit, New York, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, or Washington, but definitely not Ottawa, oh God, not Ottawa, make it into the Final each and every year.
Go Sens.