Caustic Undertow
Don't read this message. Really.
We've all been duped.
When Shawn Hunwick came off of the Michigan bench to replace the injured Brian Hogan two years ago, he was a walk-on who never expected to play a full game in a Michigan uniform. Michigan fans and others lauded this "Rudy" story. What could be a better modern example of the walk-on who got to play?
Rudy is a real person, of course, but for most of us the name "Rudy" evokes images of Sean Astin practicing his guts out to a backdrop of dramatic music. The movie was another feel-good sports story by David Anspaugh, director of <i>Hoosiers</i>. <i>Hoosiers</i> is the story of a down-on-his luck basketball coach in a nowhere small town who rides his hot player, Jimmy Chitwood, to a state title. Anspaugh went for a different type of inspiration, and so his football movie had a different flavor to it. <i>Rudy</i> is the story of an undersized, talent-free, hard-working, earnest walk-on who loves the sport and works so hard he gets a chance to play.
Hunwick seems to fit the "Rudy" mold; he has a hobbit-like stature. He came to Michigan as a walk-on, following his much more talented brother Matt. He never expected to play. Brian Hogan was the starter, and first-round NHL draft picks were in the recruiting pipeline to continue a long Michigan tradition that has enshrined giants like Shields, Turco, and Montoya. "Rudy" seemed like a good analogy, a nice story to make Michigan fans feel better as their team inevitably finished a mediocre season by missing the NCAA tournament for the first time in 20 years.
But we got worked. Conned. Tricked. Hoodwinked. Recent events have made that clear.
Michigan did not miss the tournament. They rode a hot goaltender to the brink of the Frozen Four. The next year, "Rudy" single-handedly thwarted the best team in college hockey in the national semi-final and took the championship game to overtime. Now, with a young team, he has posted a .962 in the last ten games. People are whispering "Hobey candidate." Something fishy is going on here.
When Brian Hogan went down, coach Berenson motioned Rudy onto the ice. Overconfident forwards from Notre Dame, Miami, Boston College, and North Dakota took their shots, sure that this walk-on feel-good story would be unequal to the task. For two years the assaults came. Yet he never faltered, his will never broke. Bewildered, they assembled at the bench to plot in frustration.
Then he slowly removed his mask to take a drink. The fans recoiled in shock. The opponents hissed in rage. For the face revealed was not the innocent, hopeful face of Sean Astin that everybody expected to see. He is not Rudy.
He is Jimmy Chitwood.
When Shawn Hunwick came off of the Michigan bench to replace the injured Brian Hogan two years ago, he was a walk-on who never expected to play a full game in a Michigan uniform. Michigan fans and others lauded this "Rudy" story. What could be a better modern example of the walk-on who got to play?
Rudy is a real person, of course, but for most of us the name "Rudy" evokes images of Sean Astin practicing his guts out to a backdrop of dramatic music. The movie was another feel-good sports story by David Anspaugh, director of <i>Hoosiers</i>. <i>Hoosiers</i> is the story of a down-on-his luck basketball coach in a nowhere small town who rides his hot player, Jimmy Chitwood, to a state title. Anspaugh went for a different type of inspiration, and so his football movie had a different flavor to it. <i>Rudy</i> is the story of an undersized, talent-free, hard-working, earnest walk-on who loves the sport and works so hard he gets a chance to play.
Hunwick seems to fit the "Rudy" mold; he has a hobbit-like stature. He came to Michigan as a walk-on, following his much more talented brother Matt. He never expected to play. Brian Hogan was the starter, and first-round NHL draft picks were in the recruiting pipeline to continue a long Michigan tradition that has enshrined giants like Shields, Turco, and Montoya. "Rudy" seemed like a good analogy, a nice story to make Michigan fans feel better as their team inevitably finished a mediocre season by missing the NCAA tournament for the first time in 20 years.
But we got worked. Conned. Tricked. Hoodwinked. Recent events have made that clear.
Michigan did not miss the tournament. They rode a hot goaltender to the brink of the Frozen Four. The next year, "Rudy" single-handedly thwarted the best team in college hockey in the national semi-final and took the championship game to overtime. Now, with a young team, he has posted a .962 in the last ten games. People are whispering "Hobey candidate." Something fishy is going on here.
When Brian Hogan went down, coach Berenson motioned Rudy onto the ice. Overconfident forwards from Notre Dame, Miami, Boston College, and North Dakota took their shots, sure that this walk-on feel-good story would be unequal to the task. For two years the assaults came. Yet he never faltered, his will never broke. Bewildered, they assembled at the bench to plot in frustration.
Then he slowly removed his mask to take a drink. The fans recoiled in shock. The opponents hissed in rage. For the face revealed was not the innocent, hopeful face of Sean Astin that everybody expected to see. He is not Rudy.
He is Jimmy Chitwood.