Four goals in a debut NHL game. No rookie in NHL history has every done it before. The second goal looked like Matthews was playing a video game. Swiping the puck from a defender and skating in on the wing and shooting.
Come on kid. Give the league a chance.
Get used to it. He’s finally in Maple Leaf blue and white. The Gardens don’t buzz anymore and Foster Hewitt doesn’t broadcast from the gondola but the Maple Leafs are forever.
I wonder what went through his mind after the game?
Did he stop and look around at his teammates and think “I did something these guys couldn’t?”
Is he like that?
Or did he stop and say, “I couldn’t do it without these guys?”
I hope that he’s not one of those guys who felt like he’s the man.
“Just put it all on my shoulders I’m gonna save this team.”
But isn’t that the kind of superstar the world loves? The fiery, ambitious young man who longs for the spotlight? The one who calls out his teammates in press conferences and interviews because they don’t play at his level?
Is that the nature of sport?
What is it that we want from superstar athletes? To celebrate their talent? Or to stroke their ego? Or do they both go hand in hand?
When we see a superstar athlete in the street do we stop and stare? If you saw Austin Matthews would you stop and ask for an autograph?
Okay. Maybe you might not know his face. Yet.
But if you saw Wayne Gretzky would you stop and stare? Maybe get an autograph? A picture?
Or what if you had a seizure while waiting for that star? Like the man waiting for Tim Tebow? Imagine if the star actually helped the man. Do you think all the stars would do it?
The same Tebow the New York Mets took so much flak for signing because critics called it a “publicity stunt.”
Sure. Aren’t most players signed for some kind of publicity? Michael Jordan wasn’t Babe Ruth on the diamond for the Birmingham Bulls. If I came out the stands, the Chicago White Sox organization would not sign me to a contract. It was because it was Jordan of course.
Tebow, because he CARES about people, stayed with the fan until help could arrive becuase he knows life is bigger than the game. Whatever his religious beliefs, he truly believes in the wellbeing of people and at some point everyone needs to adopt that belief.
I wonder if Auston Matthews stopped in the locker room and questioned the gravity of the situation. Did it all fly by in the blink of an eye? After everyone left, did he look around and wonder what he just accomplished? Or did he just leave?
Just another day at the office for him?
Some players have talked about that life changing moment going by without them soaking it in. No time to look around. Next thing they know they are retired and looking back on a championship or a record or a key victory with regret.
Every day we talk about it.
“What time is it?”
“I can’t wait til the weekend.”
“Time heals all.”
“Wait til next year.”
“When we all look back on it.”
All it does is remind us that time saps us of our energy, our youth, our strength and our talents.
While we look to the future we lose sight of the present. This game, this inning, this shift sometimes we forget that one builds for the next. Or even this day. We get so caught up looking forward to the next. One sun-up leads to the next sun-down and the next thing we know it’s the start of another season. Ten seasons later we don’t know the players. We don’t know where it all went. There’s a 19 year-old Auston Matthews scoring four goals and a warm-hearted player dwelling in instructional league baseball that cares about people that is criticized for his intentions. Is that the nature of sports or the nature of humanity or do those lines cross? Maybe that’s why we like sports so much?