Hi everyone! We’re getting to that time of year again when the contenders are almost fully separated from the pretenders, and that means we’ve got lots of stressed out coaches and general managers who are staring down the barrel of the unemployment gun. It has to be tough playing out the stretch when you know you have no hope, maybe not even for the next several seasons. Fred Glover had been lucky enough to lead the Seals behind the bench during their salad days in the late sixties, but the early seventies were indeed a different time. The Seals’ roster had been decimated by the World Hockey Association, and there was just a smattering of quality players left behind. The roster was very young, dominated by first- and second-year players who were either going to thrive under the pressure of being rushed into the NHL, or who were going to see their big-league dreams die a lot faster than they ever could have imagined.

In this week’s article, we look at a devastating 7-0 loss at the hands of the Philadelphia Flyers. Fred Glover was certainly not a loss for words following this debacle, as he unleashed a memorable tirade about how his players were skating around in a dream-like state, how the referees were legally blind, and how the Philadelphia Flyers used dirty tactics to dominate opponents. It was one of Glover’s more memorable rants, and you can read all about it here.

In the Overexposed wing of the Hockey Hall of Shame, we present to you Todd Bertuzzi’s initial entry to this site. As with every other card ever inducted, this one ain’t pretty, and it never should have seen the light of day, but card companies are indeed a different breed of business in that they seem to embrace those awkward moments that make us all cringe rather than selling us, you know, nice-looking action photos of our favorite stars. Anyway, here’s a St. Louis Blue trying (or not trying) to get his head into Bertuzzi’s butt right here. Again, I’m not making this stuff up.

If you haven’t done so already, you can vote for the 2022 inductees to the Seals Hall of Fame by clicking on this link. You can also read up on each of the candidates here and find out why each is worthy of induction.

In closing this week, I have to sadly mention that defenseman Jean Potvin, a member of the 1977-78 Cleveland Barons, passed away March 15 at the age of 72. R.I.P. He was of course, along with his brother Denis, a long-time member of the New York Islanders, with whom he scored a career-high 17 goals and 72 points in 1974-75. He was dealt to Cleveland with J.P. Parise mid-way through the Barons’ second season, and provided some much-needed leadership and stability on a team that lacked both. Potvin scored three goals and 14 helpers in 40 games with his new club before finding his way to Minnesota through the Stars-Barons merger. R.I.P. Jean.

Hi everyone! It’s Friday and that means once again that we have the longest possible amount of time between two work days. That is, of course, unless you are one of those poor saps who actually has to work weekends, in which case, my sympathies. On the other hand, you should be grateful that you at least are not plying your trade for one Charles Oscar Finley. Anyone even remotely familiar with the California Golden Seals has heard of the notorious C.O.F., regarded by many as not only the worst franchise owner in NHL history, but in the history of North American professional sports. When he arrived on the NHL scene, his history as a baseball owner was speckled with controversy both on and off the field. Stupid promotions, tacky on-field gimmicks, feuds with members of the media, petty grievances with players, managers and coaches, the list of crazy crap went on and on. When he bought the Oakland Seals in the summer of 1970, it didn’t take long for the insanity to completely envelop his newest plaything. Before the season was even two months old, both his general manager and executive vice president threw up their hands and walked away, and they wouldn’t be the last to leave the organization in a huff.

In this week’s first article from the November 26, 1970 San Mateo Times, we get a look at Bill Torrey’s sudden decision to leave the Seals, a move that cost the team dearly. Torrey is of course known as the brilliant architect of the four-time Stanley Cup champs, the New York Islanders. His success on Long Island is a big reason why he is now in the Hockey Hall of Fame. He is arguably the greatest general manager in the history of hockey, and one of the few who was smart enough to stock pile his numerous high draft picks to the point where his team’s talent was just bursting at the seems. Prying a draft pick out of Torrey was about as impossible as trying to nail two boards together with your hands. Had Torrey stuck around in Oakland long enough, we might be talking about the days when the Seals were winning Stanley Cups. Instead, we just talk nostalgically about the white-skated team that just couldn’t win.

In the second article, the lethargic Seals have just dropped a 3-1 decision to Los Angeles, and coach Fred Glover is trying to figure out what to do to shake his team out of its funk. You can read both articles here.

In closing, I’d like to thank everyone who has already cast their vote for the 2022 class of the Seals Hall of Fame. If you haven’t already done so, you can cast your vote here. As always, thank you for your continued support of this site.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! I’ve been doing some research lately on some of the more unusual or forgotten moments of the 1970s, my favourite decade of hockey. I personally find the decade to be fascinating, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before. The wild brawls, the loud uniforms, the big hair, the frequent franchise moves… it was certainly an interesting time, and a very unique period in professional hockey. I stumbled upon a rather forgotten victory in Seals history, a 4-2 shocker against the Boston Bruins in December 1971. The Seals more than held their own against the eventual Stanley Cup champs, ending the Bruins’ 12-game undefeated streak. This would not be the last time the Seals stunned the B’s by snapping an impressive streak of success (see winning streak: Brooks, Ross), but going back to the December ’71 game, what might be most impressive is that this was the only loss suffered by the Bruins between November 11 and January 6. The 1971-72 Seals may not have qualified for the playoffs that year, but this was certainly a spunky, talented bunch that could have done some serious damage had they not broken up at the end of the season. You can find this week’s new article right here.

Don’t forget to vote for who you believe should be enshrined in the Seals Hall of Fame. You can select up to three names and you can do so by clicking on this link. Thanks to all of you who have already voted! We’re off to a great start, and I’m sure you are well on your way to setting a new record for most participants in a vote for this website.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! Yes, it’s time to vote on all of your favourites. It’s time to induct some new members into the Seals Hall of Fame. Once again, we have a tremendous group of nominees, which I’m sure you will agree, are all worthy of induction, but as usual, only three will make the cut. The new inductions to the Hall will be announced in mid-July when the site celebrates its sixth anniversary.

Here are the nominees, in no particular order…

Charlie Burns

Wayne Connelly

Fred Glover

Len Haley

Krazy George Henderson

Nick Mickoski

Bob Murdoch

Al Nicholson

Doug Roberts

Tom Thurlby

So let’s talk about ground rules… You can vote for up to three people, and you can also write in your own vote, if you don’t like the choice I’ve provided (It’s OK, really, I understand…). That’s about it.

I recommend that you read over the 2022 nominee biographies so you can better understand why I nominated these ten former Seals. After that, you can click on the Jotform link at the bottom of the page to take you to the Hall of Fame survey. If you’re in a rush, however, you can click on the survey link right here.

That’s about it for this week. Hope you all have a great weekend! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! Yes, it’s that time of the year when I start getting ready for the Seals Hall of Fame induction, which means I will be taking this week off to prepare the ballot and write up some short biographies for all of the nominees. All eras of the Seals franchise will be represented: the WHL years, the early NHL years, the “Golden” years and the final stint in Cleveland. Next week, the 2022 nominees will be announced and you will all get the opportunity to cast your votes, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, I invite you to check out some of my favorite Hall of Shame inductions from the last few years.

If you’re looking for a reason to curse God for having creating celluloid and digital cameras, well, we’ve got the classic induction for the supremely awful MVP: Most Valuable Primate and the almost-as-bad Slap Shot 3: The Junior League.

If you’re feeling bad and you need some cheering up, here are some of the dumbest pieces of cardboard you ever did see. We’ve got the Oshawa Generals cozying up to a TV, Alec Martinez munchin’ on some Froot Loops, Bob Murdoch doing his best “Grampa-Simpson-yelling-at-clouds” impression, Brett Hull on a hunt for treasure, Luke Richardson trying to shake a shaking Blackhawk, and the patron saint of bad hockey cards, the legendary Dave Gagner!

And let’s not forget the classic Aaron Downey-Brad Norton showdown, and Colin Chaulk’s number retirement fiasco! Enjoy, folks!

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! Now that my second book is in the can and I have to wait until I receive the edited version before I can take it to the next step in the publishing process, I have very little to do most evenings. So, I’ve been puttering around my hockey book library trying to drum up ideas for my next project. I’ve been toying with the idea of a writing a book about some of the more forgotten people and stories of the expansion era, and as I was sifting through some old articles, I came across a story I had touched on in my book on the Seals: the legendary 14-game winning streak by Boston Bruins goaltender Ross Brooks. For most of his three-year NHL career, it seemed as though this guy just couldn’t lose. Game after game, he came up with a W. First, he started his big-league career on a 12-game undefeated streak, and then in his second year, after losing his first game of the season, he went on to win his next fourteen. In Brooks’ 54 career games, only seven were losses, and his all-time winning percentage of .740 is second only to Ken Dryden’s .743. And yet, the Seals were the team to bring down Brooks’ legendary streak, and you can read all about the game in the articles section.

Also, be sure to check out the newest addition to the Overexposed wing of the Hockey Hall of Shame, and it features first-time inductee Ziggy Palffy celebrating something or threatening someone, I’m really not sure. Maybe you can figure it out here.

Enjoy tomorrow’s Super Bowl, if you’re into that sort of thing, and if you do party with friends or family, stay safe! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! How are you all doing on this fine Friday? I’m just sitting here listening to a sports podcast, taking it easy. Might read a little later on, and then head off to bed. Yup, it’s been that kind of evening over here. Looking to take the kid out to buy him his first hockey stick, and then sit in the house because it’s supposed to be something like -20 degrees out tomorrow afternoon. Would be a great time to catch an afternoon game, but it’s All-Star Weekend time, which means that if anything does appear on screen resembling a game, it probably won’t be worth the time to watch it. The last All-Star game I watched a few years back, I believe it was on a Sunday afternoon, and I actually, literally fell asleep at one point. I used to really enjoy the All-Star game, but now I can’t even bare to press my thumb down on the remote control to select the channel which will carry it. And with my Canadiens in the midst of arguably their worst-ever season, my enthusiasm for hockey has indeed begun to wane.

So let’s go back to 1973-74, arguably the Seals all-time worst campaign. Not much went right for the team that year, but there was a glimmer of hope as Charlie Finley sold the team, Marshall Johnston took over as coach, and Garry Young returned as a pseudo-general manager. This week’s new article comes from March 14, 1974, the day after Marshall Johnston’s daughter Amy was born. Johnston’s head was probably elsewhere that night as his Seals took on the Detroit Red Wings while his wife Barbara was in the hospital giving birth. The Seals played their hearts out and gave the Wings all they could handle, but goaltender Jim Rutherford was simply too much, and the Seals’ record dropped to 13-45-9. March 1974 was indeed an interesting, if not memorable month for the Seals’ new bench boss. Of course, there was his first NHL win against the Montreal Canadiens at the fabled Forum. That was just the Seals’ second road win of the season. Not long after, the Seals pulled off their second major upset of the month defeating the mighty Boston Bruins whose goaltender that night, the little-known Ross Brooks, had been on a NHL-record 12-game winning streak. A lot of interesting Seals trivia answers that month, indeed.

Anyway, that’s about it for this week. Enjoy All-Star Weekend, if you’re into that sort of thing, and if you’re not, hang tight, real hockey will be back in a few days. Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! Hope everyone has had a great week and is getting nice and rested to start the weekend. As you may have heard, this weekend Ottawa is getting overrun by a band of renegade anti-vaxxing truckers this weekend, which means the rest of us here are pretty much going nowhere close to downtown while this crap passes (God, this pandemic just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?). Then again… have you ever been to downtown Ottawa? I mean, great restaurants and sights and all, but traffic and parking are just God-awful. And expensive too! Sure we have a train that will take us downtown, but between it breaking down every second day and the additional risk of locking yourself up in a potentially Covid-ridden bacteria trap, yeah, I think I’ll stay home. Maybe these truckers are actually doing us a favour by keeping us at home. Social distancing rules! But don’t worry folks, as usual, I’ve got you covered for at least the five or six minutes it will take you to read through all of the new stuff on the site. After that, you’ll have to go play Wordle to keep you distracted the rest of the way. Take your time.

Yes, we’re all growing a little restless these days, and we’re all a little cranky and crabby as Covid keeps mutating, the weather gets colder, and we just want life to get back to normal again, so here’s a little something to lighten the mood: a brand new Overexposed treat, this time featuring Hall of Famer Mike Gartner! And he doesn’t look too happy about it. More like Tiger Williams after getting speared in the breadbasket. You’ll have to go read this week’s new entry to see what I mean.

As for this week’s new article, I picked one from March 22, 1975, when the surging St. Louis Blues, led by their coach, and former Golden Seal general manager, Garry Young, skated into Oakland looking for two points that would get them just that much closer to the Smythe Division’s first-place Vancouver Canucks. Despite icing the better team, the Blues were no match for Gilles Meloche and the Seals on this night, and Young was effusive in his praise of his former team.

That’s about it for this week. Have yourselves a great weekend, and stay gold!

Hi everyone! The answer is that they are all about skinning things, but we’ll get back to that in a minute… How’s everyone doing this fine day? It’s about 25 below here in Ottawa, and it looks like this is going to be the norm for the next few days, which is a real bummer if you just want to go outside and you know, enjoy winter. Or take a ride in the car to avoid losing digits in the freezing wind. That’s actually become a problem around here as I was told today that my car has likely suffered so much from the cold this last week that it is probably frozen to the point it won’t start anymore. It’s just a theory, really, from the CAA – that’s Triple-A to my American friends out there – guy who came to give my car a boost, and when that failed could not tow it to the Honda dealership to look into the real issue because no battery means no turning off the parking brake. Active parking brakes mean no tow. So now a wrecker has to come by to haul my Honda Civic over to the dealership, where I’m either going to be faced with a 30-second fix (fingers crossed) or a several-day fix necessitating massive repairs and hundreds of dollars. Should be a fun weekend!

I kind of feel like the Oakland Seals just after their game against the Boston Bruins November 10, 1969: beaten down, tired, wondering when this day will be over, and as Spence Conley wrote in this week’s article, skinned. In this horrendous negative-star contest, the Bruins directed 63 shots at the Seals’ beleaguered netminding tandem of Gary Smith and Charlie Hodge. The contest was really just a preview of the hell the Bruins were going to unleash onto the rest of the NHL for the next few seasons. In fact, the Seals got to relive this night in March the following season when those same Bruins launched another 63 shots and scored a 7-0 victory. Yup, Bruins-Seals match-ups were indeed hard to watch if you were a Seals booster.

Ok, maybe I need to lighten the mood a bit, so here’s a brand new Overexposed induction for you, and it comes courtesy of the 1983-84 O-Pee-Chee set, an otherwise nice-looking ensemble of hockey photos in my opinion. Today though… ah, not so much. This week’s cardboard atrocity features Atlanta/Calgary Flames great Guy Chouinard shortly after his trade to St. Louis. You know what that means, folks… airbrushin’ a-plenty! That and a helmet that would not only tear every hair off your head, but likely your skin cap as well. You can check out Guy’s worst all-time card right here.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! The weekend is finally here, and I’m feeling great. Sure, it’s literally -20 degrees Celcius outside and I’ll probably lose my pinky toe to frostbite taking the garbage out to the garage tonight, but hey it’s the last day of our son having to endure that dreadful online-learning crap, and we’ll finally have a chance to spend some time sledding or skating outside (assuming, of course, that the temperature drops just a tad), and we can look forward to our lives sort-of getting back to normal, so we can start looking on the bright side.

Another thing that I’ve really been thankful for of late has been the massive updates that were made to Hockey-reference.com. I’ve recently discovered that the site has now posted game logs for every player on the site. So, if I want to know how many consecutive games Joey Johnston scored a point in his rookie season, I have to look no further than Hockey-reference.com. I’m not being paid to promote the site, by the way; I’m just a stats geek who has waited his entire life to have the NHL’s entire statistical history laid out in front of him. I would have killed to have this site at my disposal when I was in the early stages of my own research on the Seals, and I can only imagine what kind of books and research we are going to be treated to in the future now that all of these stats are made available for free!

This week’s article comes from April 14, 1969, which is the day after the L.A. Kings defeated the Seals in Game 7 of the West Division semi-finals. The Seals had given it their all in the six previous games, but by the final contest, they were exhausted, and the Kings took advantage. I was actually a little surprised that I hadn’t uploaded any articles about this game onto the site, considering it technically represents the farthest the Seals ever advanced in the playoffs, so I’m righting a wrong today. Hope you enjoy it.

That’s about it for this week. Hope you all have a great weekend, and I hope you can all enjoy the weather a little wherever you are. Until next time, stay gold!