The Anaheim Ducks have signed defenceman Cam Fowler to a five-year, $20 million contract extension through 2017-18, the team announced Saturday.
I already can’t wait to get back on the ice next year. I think the rivalry against the Kings increases tremendously…. I can’t wait to play them. Both organizations have won a Stanley Cup now, and they’ve got the latest one. So I think every game next year is going to be exciting. The battle of California is really on right now. Whether it’s us, San Jose or L.A., I think when those teams are playing each other, you are going to see great games.
"So all these years later, has the emotional scar healed?" he was asked lightly.
"Actually, no, in all seriousness," Hrudey replied, laughing no more. "I don’t think it will ever heal. Some would suggest that I’d have some pleasant memories of the final and yet it happens to be by far — nothing even gets close to it — the worst hockey memory of my life."
The initial Ducks logo was an old-school goalie mask in the shape of a duck bill (with no actual duck, though there is mascot Wild Wing, who is fun to mention simply to reference the time he caught on fire). There's no real violence or aggressiveness involved here, though I suppose you could make the argument that famed cinematic serial killer Jason Voorhees wore a goalie mask, so maybe this isn't such a Disney-inspired idea; instead, that's a serial-killing duck after you. This is even more so when you look at the alternate logo; this duck mask has obviously been throw the ringer, or at least played behind Keith Ballard, as it's permanently molded to his scowl.
-From my FTR post on animal logos for NHL teams. Sharks, Ducks, but sorry, no Kings. But hey, it's better than being a Wild, right?
Marchant is ten points short of five hundred on his career and he'll probably get there, but only a very bold writer would predict many more.
The good news for Marchant is that, in a way, what he does from now on in his hockey career doesn't matter. Short of scoring on his own goal in overtime of the Stanley Cup final, there's not much he can do to put a tarnish on his legacy. Thirty years from now, when grandparents are setting their grandchildren on their knees and talking about the Edmonton Oilers, they won't talk about a man who Doug MacLean overpaid or who hung on a season or two past his time, but they will talk about the boy who taught Edmonton was speed really looked like, and about one cloudy night in April when he brought the thrill of victory to a city that had almost forgotten it.