DAN'S WORD THIS MONTH FOR PLAYERS AND FANS
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The Clarence S.
Campbell Bowl
P laying in the Stanley Cup
Finals... in Game Seven no less... was the biggest
thrill of my hockey career. It was bigger then being on a line
with Wayne Gretzky, bigger than my first goal, bigger than my second
contract... as big as I could have imagined. I just wish that Walt
Disney were still alive so he could have written a happier ending for
the Mighty Ducks. But it wasn't to be.
I thought you might like to
hear my analysis of the series. We dropped the first two in New
Jersey because
we stunk up the building. We were flat, we were sloppy, we stood
around, we didn't play our game, we didn't get the puck behind their
D-men, and we played too much in our end. But we felt good coming
back to Anaheim. If we had played our best hockey and gotten beat,
we would have been apprehensive. But we though if we could get our
game going, get the first goal, and then play good D, we had a chance to
even the series at home. And that's what happened, although it
took two overtimes to do it.
At that point, we were
feeling pretty good. Our top two lines hadn't gotten in gear yet
and we felt if they got going, and played tight D, we were in the hunt.
I thought we played well in Game Five back in New Jersey.
Game Six in our house was ours from the get go. We played well and
got two quick ones in the first period and didn't look back. Our top line
was flying and we went back to New Jersey thinking if we focused, played our
game, did the little things right and got a bounce here and there, we
could be lifting the Cup. It was great to hear the announcer at
the Pond say late in Game Six, "The Cup has left the building!!!"
In Game Seven we had a good first period. I had a good scoring
chance - in fact my line had several. But the first bounce went to New
Jersey
and they scored on a deflection. Then another redirection and that's all
she wrote.
Interestingly, it was the little things... the kind of things that I've
been telling you to do to play the game better that in my opinion cost
us the "W" in Game Seven. Remember "get it out and get it deep?"
Well, all three NJ goals in Game Seven were scored because we didn't do
the simple thing... get it out of our zone. We had the puck on our
stick, but we didn't rim it around or we didn't make sure we got it out.
Consequently, the puck stayed in our end too long and you can't let that
happen and expect to win hockey games - at any level.
Also, often we didn't make the easy play. Coming out of our zone a
few times a player would have an easy play dumping it to an open winger or "getting it
deep," instead he carries it - too long. They get a turnover and instead
of being on offense, we're not only on defense but we're back on our
heels.
It was so very disappointing to lose, but what a privilege and thrill it
was to play the series and especially Game 7... what all you players and
I dream about from the time we first strap them on - playing for the
Stanley Cup. All the while, no one, not even the most astute
sports analyst gave the Duckies a chance to make the playoffs at the
beginning of the season. And then to go on and make the play offs,
knock off Detroit in four games, beat the Stars in six, and defeat the
Wild in four was an unbelievable accomplishment. And then we
battled the Devils to seven games. It is the stuff of dreams and
story-book fiction. So most of you (there are some of you to whom this is
sent who have lifted the Cup) and I will go back to dreaming and planning
and working hard to have the chance to try for it again... and drinking
out of it someday, and then write a different story - drama, not fiction.
***
I received over 750 E-mails
of congratulations and well wishes. I've answered as many of them as
I've found the time. If I didn't answer yours, I may get to it yet
but I thank all of you for your care, concern, and support. You've
offered your homes to my family in New Jersey and California, made signs,
high school friends and neighbors traveled great distances to attend
games in their areas, and my family crisscrossed the country to be
supportive. My teammates tease me when a "Dan Bylsma Rocks" sign
appears in the stands in New Jersey or St. Louis. I tell, them,
"You get the goals, I get the love." And it's not fair for them.
To all of you, from the
bottom of my heart, "Thank you."
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