And Dale Hunter makes no sense.
General Manager George McPhee’s decision to tap into tough-guy nostalgia, have Hunter be the taskmaster to replace Boudreau, the players’ coach whom the locker room allegedly tuned out, was absolutely the wrong move.
Half of the Verizon Center crowd shuffled dejectedly out of the building Tuesday night after Buffalo scored its fifth goal. In a scrap Hunter touted as “Game 7” of the regular season between two underachieving teams fighting for the last playoff spot in the Eastern Conference, Washington wasn’t ready to play or compete at the Sabres’ level.
Whatever motivational buttons Hunter was supposed to push, he has missed virtually all of them. It’s impossible to know, night to night, which Caps team will show up.
Heck, it’s impossible to know which Alex Ovechkin will show up — the guy who awoke from his most disappointing season to score 10 goals in the past 10 games or the sleepwalking player who turned the puck over at his own blue line and was directly responsible for a short-handed goal Tuesday night that left the red-clad masses cringing.
Did you notice Hunter’s reaction in the television cut-away angle after that goal and the gift goalie Braden Holtby gave up in the first period? None. He stood there, barrel-chested in his black-sheen suit and red tie, arms folded, chomping his gum — as if a line change had just happened.
I don’t know what happens behind closed doors in Capsville, but I feel like the Caps’ players have the same reaction fans do when they see Hunter’s utter stoicism:
Do something! Show emotion. Throw a water bottle. Swear under your breath. Threaten to get on the ice yourself and drop the gloves. Anything.
The Most Masculine Man in the World is Chuck Norris, all right — on Zoloft.
Days after he was hired, I asked this question
in a Dec. 1 column: Can a rugged scrapper and great leader from another NHL era impart physical courage and mental toughness on what has thus far been a cupcake of a Stanley Cup playoff team?
The answer nearly four months later: No.
It’s not all Hunter’s fault. He inherited McPhee’s non-defensive-minded roster. The injury to Mike Green that helped do in Boudreau and erase a 7-0 start to the season ended up carrying over to Hunter. Nicklas Backstrom’s concussion hurt him even more, taking the team’s best player off the ice for 39 games and counting. And his captain awoke from his slumber way too late. (Though it was nice of Ovechkin, via Lindsay Czarniak’s personal piece on ESPN, to give credit to The Post’s “What’s Wrong with Ovi” story for motivating him to become a special player again. Usually coaches get credit for that.)