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Money
Players
Excerpt 1 - Hired Gun
Excerpt 2 - Disclosure
Hired
Gun
If the dressing
room is a hockey player's home, then a beer joint is his
sanctuary. Dressing rooms are for media sound bites, weary cliches
and
coach's speeches. It's the last place a player wants to bare his
soul. To
get honesty from players, you need to put them at a battered corner
table
filled with beer glasses. It was in pubs and taverns that the Players
Association was spawned in 1956 and again in 1967. The stale smell
of beer
and the flckering TV high against the wall are a player's truth
serum, his
firewall against the pressures of fans, owners, media, wives and
agents. As
a man with hockey in his blood, Bob Goodenow knew this better than
anyone.
When the rookie director of the NHLPA needed a secluded spot for
an
economics lesson during the 1992 NHL players strike, he found it
in the dank
atmosphere of a pub in Toronto's trendy Leaside district. In the
executive
director's job just four months, the Detroit product sketched his
theory on
the economics of the NHL for a reporter on a bar napkin.
Goodenow put
the rich clubs, such as Detroit and Toronto, at the top of the
napkin. The poorer clubs, such as Pittsburgh and Minnesota, were
scribbled
at the bottom. In the middle of the beer-stained napkin were teams
such as
St. Louis and Los Angeles, the NHL's middle class. "Here's
where you find
the fair market value of a player in today's economy," he said,
jabbing the
pen into the words Kings and Blues on the napkin. "Not up here
with the
Rangers and Leafs. In the middle. But the NHL wants them to be paid
down
here." He jabbed derisively at the words Penguins and North
Stars on the
lower portion on his napkin as if identifying a neighbourhood where
it
asn'tr safe after dark. "And we're not going to get a settlement
till we
establish this (another arrow points back to the middle-rank teams
once
more) with the leagues." The pen clattered onto the wooden
table top, and
Goodenow sipped on his beer.
In the course
of a few months, Goodenow had used this message-- probably
delivered with the same flourish-- to unite hockey payers as never
before.
As details of Alan Eagleson's handling of the Players Association
surfaced
in police reports and media outlets, Goodenow had become the saviour
players
longed for 25 years earler at the advent of the NHLPA.
There are others
who might not have such a warm appreciation of square,
sandy-haired Robert Goodenow. Harry Sinden, who's run the Boston
Bruins for
over 30 years, lowers his voice and looks straight into the questioner's
eye
when asked about the NHLPA executive director. "This is my
opinion only.
Alan Eagleson had a genuine concern for the good of hockey. I don't
think
Bob Goodenow does. That's pretty clear how I feel about that. If
you could
show Alan Eagleson that the game was in trouble, he'd try and help
you out
of it. If you show Bob Goodenow you're in trouble, he says, 'I don't
believe
you' or 'I don't care'. That's how he comes across to me."
Agent Rick Curran
sees another side of Goodenow. "Bob has his own
challenges, his own agenda he has to deal with, and that's fine.
But I think
he's done a hell of a job. I really do. Having been a part of the
early
days, sitting here 25 years later, he's done a hell of a job. Has
he made
some mistakes? He'd be the first to admit it. Is he always right?
Not
necessarily so. You'll always have the debate--is he good for the
game, bad
for the game? Whatever. But from a player's standpoint, every player
today
is better educated than he was in the old days. They're better off
for it
and I think that's a positive."
There are as
many views on Goodenow as there are people in the hockey
business. He is characterized as everything from a pariah to a saviour,
bragging bully to protector of the weak, a pitiless exploiter to
an
emancipator on the order of John L. Lewis. He inspires fear, awe
and
loathing--sometimes at the same time.
"I remember
I had a player held out at training camp," says Tom Laidlaw.
"The contract finally got done and Bob called up and said,
"What are the
numbers?" I told him. I think I got 1.5 in the first year and
1.8 in the
second--something like that. Bob automatically says, "Well,
I think you
should have got 1.7 and 2." If I told him we got 2 and 2.5,
he would have
said 2.2. and 2.7. At first it kind of takes you back and you think,
what a
jerk this guy is. But you know what? Bob always wants everybody
to be doing
their best for the players. For that I admire him."
Employees of
the NHLPA operate under as strict code of silence when asked
about the boss. But the man himself will confide closely guarded
secrets to
trsuted reporters. What cannot be denied is his impact on the hockey
business: in ten years, the inscrutable Harvard-educated lawyer
turned the
NHL Players Association from a house union into one of the most
effective
employee associations in North America. While maintaining many of
the legal
rights of a union--such as protection from owners' collusion--he
has also
protected the players' individual right to negotiate independently
with
management. Without him, it's doubtful that players would make half
the
money they do today. How you feel about that last statement probably
determines on whether you see him as a hero or a villain.
"That guy
helped everybody," says agent Gilles Lupien, the former Montreal
defenceman. "Even the teams--I think he helped them, too, because
the value
of a franchise was $50 million, now it's $150 million for many."
"I
think Goodenow's done a great job if your only concern is making
money,"
says former Rangers GM Neil Smith, "I think the NHLPA is killing
the golden
goose. To me, they've got their foot on its throat, stomping it
to death. I
don't understand that. He's got to take the long view. You can't
just pound
the shit out of everybody."
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Disclosure
It is the summer
of 1991, and agent Rick Curran has a problem. Glen Sather,
the Edmonton president and GM, is on the phone, and he's hot. Sather,
who
has a cutting wit and the vocabulary of tow-truck driver, is not
a man to be
crossed in the hockey world. The High River, Alberta, native built
the
small-market Oilers into five-time Stanley Cup champions with guile
and
swagger and by speaking his mind. One agent suggests that taking
a cut man
with you for a frank exchange with the 10-year NHL agitator. As
Curran's ear
burns against the receiver, Sather implies that he had been less
than
forthcoming in negotiations to re-sign the young Oilers centre Adam
Graves.
"I told
you wouldn't get it, and you didn't."
"Didn't
get what?" replied Curran, who's worked alongside Alan Eagleson,
Bill Watters, and Bobby Orr in his lengthy career as an agent.
"You told
me you were getting 500 for Graves," said Sather.
"I did."
"No you
didn't. I've got the contract right here in front of me."
"Have you
got the face of the contract?"
"Yeah,
I'm reading it right now."
"Read pages
8, 9, and 10. Because that's where the rest of the money is. He
got the 500. He got every cent. And more, just like I said he would."
Sather thumbs
through the contract. Curran is right; the New York Rangers
are offering the 23-year old Graves $500,000 a year to leave Edmonton.
Sather can only shake his head in exasperation: he had lost his
rising young
star to a big-city team because his owner, Peter Pocklington, would
not-- or
could not-- match the Rangers' lucrative offer for the young free
agent. As
Sather hangs up the phone, he realizes that, after years of labour
peace,
the inmates are suddenly running the hockey asylum.
Give-and-take
between a miffed general manager and a determined agent is the
lifeblood of the hockey business. Leverage, terms, bonuses, ego,
anger, and
strategic bursts of profanity all have their place in sealing a
deal. "It
can become difficult in the heat of a negotiation," allows
Mike Gillis.
"Especially when people are trying to enter the business as
agents or
general managers, it can be extremely difficult for them."
But most agents
and GMs can count the times they've truly lost their cool on the
fingers of
one hand; anger and abuse are not widely accepted if you want to
survive in
this world.
In previous
years, NHL management controlled the negotiating dynamic. Free
agency was tightly controlled by a punitive compensation system.
Players had
little knowledge of what even their closest friends made, and management
certainly kept them in the dark. General managers could consult
with the
management of other clubs for advice on negotiating strategies.
While
athletes in other team sports had made quantum leaps in pay and
mobility,
the NHLPA under Alan Eagleson had always been a toothless tiger,
rarely
challenging the owners' domination.
Longtime Boston
GM Harry Sinden remembers a typical exchange in the
mid-'70s. "We had a player named Gregg Sheppard, made 65 or
70,000 dollars a
year. He was a 30-goal scorer that year. His agent came in and said,
'We
want a five-year deal at $230,000 a year.' I remember I was looking
down at
a pad on my desk. I never looked up and said, 'You've got thirty
seconds to
tell me you're kidding or get out of here.' I never looked up. And
after a
pause he says, 'Well, what have you got in mind?' And we gotr a
deal done.
That kind of nonsense wouldn't fly today. Sheppard would go out
and get his
230 somewhere else."
As a promising
young center in 1971, Larry Pleau, now the Blues' GM, tried
to wheedle money from the redoubtable Sam Pollock in Montreal. "I
was
injured most of the year, I came back at the end of the year, and
we won the
Stanley Cup. I was making $10,000. I didn't have an agent, so I
went in to
talk to Mr. Pollock myself. He always had the white handkerchief
in his
hand, and he was chewing on it as he talked to you. I said I deserved
to
make $20,000. He looked at me and said, 'What do you base that on?'
And I
said salaries have gone up since Orr came into the league, the cost
of
living, everything had gone up, so I think I deserve that much.
And he said,
'You were a benchwarmer all year. I'll tell you what, you go home,
reassess
what you think your abilities are, and come back tomorrow.'
"So the
next day I went back and he said, 'Have you thought about it?' I
said, 'Yes, I still think I'm worth 20.' So he said, 'I'll give
you a
choice. You can have a one-way contract for 15 or you can have a
two-way
deal for 14 in the minors and 16 in the NHL.' I said, 'I'll take
the
one-way for 15 in the NHL.' That's a true story. That's what it
was like."
The legendary
Montreal goalie Ken Dryden, now president of the Maple leafs,
also recalls Pollock's handkerchief treatment. "He had this
pained
expression the whole time. You had a feeling you were physically
hurting him
when you asked for more money. For a moment you'd think, 'What am
I doing,
inflicting pain on this poor man?' And then you'd come to your senses."
Islanders' forward
Pat Flatley tried negotiating on his own with legendary
GM Bill Torrey. Ther pair had had several meetings when Flately
arrived at
Torrey's office again. "You may have noticed that the last
few times we
talked, I was holding a pencil," said Torrey. "This time,
Pat, I am holding
a pen. That means I am not changing my number." Flatley signed
for Torrey's
figure. So did defenceman Dave Lewis, now coach of Detroit, when
he matched
wits with the Isles' GM and president. "Bill Torrey told me
that a team is
like a pie," laughs Lewis. "There's a slice for Mike Bossy,
a slice for
Denis Potvin, a slice for Bryan Trottier... and so on through the
lineup.
Then he got to me. But for Dave Lewis, he said, there are only crumbs."
There
were good reasons why the players found it so hard to squeeze decent
salaries out of the teams. "In the Eagleson era," recalls
Devils GM Lou
Lamoriello, "you didn't have those big TV and other revenues.
When I came to
New Jersey in 1987, the top contract on the Devils was for $300,000.
We were
going back and forth over hundreds of dollars. Now we're talking
hundreds of
thousands of dollars to make a deal happen. Maybe it was too one-sided
then,
but it's gone the other way to the point where we have a CBA we're
all
scared of."
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