These are strange times indeed. John Tortorella, a 5-foot-8, 175-pound water bug who once scored 96 points for something called the Virginia Lancers in something called the Atlantic Coast League, has his shorts in a knot over the fact there’s not enough hate and that every NHL game has turned into a “hug fest.” Meanwhile, Eric Lindros, a 6-foot-4, 230-pound behemoth who bulldozed his way into the Hockey Hall of Fame, is suggesting we all might want to dial it down a little when it comes to body contact.
It has some old-time hockey lovers wondering where all the hitting has gone. It also has many of them wondering whether the NHL is turning into the Ice Capades because, you know, it always has to be one extreme or another with these guys. The organic removal of fighting, combined with more...
About the Author
Ken Campbell, The Hockey News' senior writer, is in his second tour with the brand after an eight-year stint as a beat reporter for the Maple Leafs for the Toronto Star. The Sudbury native once tried out for the Ontario League's Wolves as a 30-year-old. Needless to say, it didn't work out.