Jeremy Roenick has been catching some flack for crying after the Chicago Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup:
Granted, most of the flack-giving has come from the city of Brother Love, given that part of his career was spent trying to lead the Philadelphia Flyers to the Stanley Cup, but to no avail.
He’s also gotten a good deal of praise for being man enough to show his emotions on camera. Personally, I applaud his openness – I think the display of raw emotion just goes to show how much winning a championship really means to players that dedicated their lives to the sport.
But the reason for this post is that I think we’re getting away from remembering Jeremy Roenick the player, and instead judging him now as Jeremy Roenick, the personality. It wasn’t too long ago that he was lighting the lamp and creating plays with relative ease on the ice, skills that were complemented by a pit-bull tenacity that showed no fear in front of the net or in the corners.
As a sort-of stick tap to one of the best American-born players to have ever played the game, let’s take a look back at one of the greatest – and oddest – goals he ever scored in his career. It’s his first goal . . . and this week’s Goal of the Week: