
A Little Lower, Please…
With training camps approximately six weeks away, it also means we’re approximately two months out from the launch of the NHL’s new television ad campaign. And if the Stanley Cup winners from the last two years are any indication, and here I’m not referencing the Ducks or the ‘Canes, we’ll certainly have something to look forward to.
Has anyone forgotten the NHL’s post-lockout year “Warrior” spots? The first TV commercial opened with a quote from Chinese general Sun Tzu before showing a bare-chested hockey hero, his head bowed in quiet contemplation, in a locker room surrounded with burning candles. Not a bad idea, since those of us who still play the game know how biologically toxic locker rooms in general and hockey equipment in particular can reek.
Despite his Eau de WinnWell Cologne, from the shadows, a female companion emerges in a push-up bra and open robe.
“Ready?” she purrs into the player’s ear, as she drapes his shoulder pads and red NHL jersey over his head. “It’s time.”
Before he can brandish his Sherwood, however, we see a rapid montage of faux action and fan images, including that of a demonic-looking child pulled straight from the British sci-fi classic, Village of the Dammed.
Time for what?
Then there were last year’s commercials, launched under the creatively challenged rubric, “Game On!” which put NHL stars in incongruous situations. Sidney Crosby standing in full uniform in the shower. San Jose Shark Jonathan Cheechoo, paddling out on a surfboard alongside two surfers waiting for the next wave…a shark in the water…Get it? And, doubly unexpected, a helmetless Peter Forsberg discovered reclining in bed with a woman whose husband might actually thank him for the cuckolding.
Go back and check it out on YouTube and you’ll see what I mean.
Part of the responsibility for these campaigns lay with the agencies behind them. “Warrior” was the brainchild of Conductor, an LA-based agency, which has created ads for Hollywood blockbusters such as Spider-Man 2. While Mother/New York created “Game On!”, throwing the director of the recent indie hit flare, Thank You For Smoking, (an effective, but not the most visually remarkable, satire) at the task, as is consistent with the common wisdom of most agency creative-think.

Hey Butch, Who Are Those Guys, Anyway?
But among the real decision-makers here are NHL creative director, Kathy Drew, and her marketing guru boss, NHL commissioner, Gary Bettman. Alright, so maybe Gary consults with pals Jimmy and Ray, (seen here), for the really important decisions.
I had the distinct (and distinctly measured) pleasure of a phone conversation with Ms. Drew two years ago, when I was seeking information related to a video production I was pitching to an NHL franchise. When the discussion wound its way to the recent television ad campaign, (at that time the “Warrior” series that had been so roundly criticized), it was apparent Kathy was completely enamored of her children.
I admired the ads for their boldness, and told her as much. What I didn’t share, of course, is that abstract artist Chris Ofili’s work, which hung in an exhibit in the Brooklyn Museum of Art not too long ago, and depicted a biblical icon surrounded by lacquered elephant dung, was also bold, but equally full of sh%t.
When we spoke briefly of NHL.com, and I began to tell her about a recent advance in streaming video technology that enabled cross-platform, full-screen, buffer free and broadcast quality images, Kathy said the NHL legal department forbid her from hearing any such talk without securing the necessary releases, and that their initiatives were mapped out for the coming year anyway.
Kathy, baby, even the nice folks I’ve met that work with Harvey Weinstein are allowed to open their ears to discussion or suggestions that might aid their cause. That’s part of what keeps them ahead of the curve. And in a butterfly effect, karmic way, what allows you to go on thinking you’re brilliant to let your ad agency jam the wrong Indie film director down your throat – to say nothing of message, tone or voice – for a television commercial campaign with no legs.
Today, NHL.com still uses the same fuzzy, clunky video player it did three years ago, when everyday another company launches, or upgrades, a superior streaming video product (Brightcove, ReelTime, Joost, Limelight, and Vividas –you’re welcome, Fran & Iain – among them).

Forget Your Congressman, Write The Commissioner
But broadcast quality online video and television commercial campaigns that truly capture the spirit, dynamics, passion and drama of the game are not yet what the corporate offices of the NHL are all about (1251 Avenue of The Americas, New York, NY 10020 Phone: (212) 789-2000 Fax: (212) 789-2080 – if you’d like to write, call or fax them to ask just what they are about).
This is the league, remember, that sells broadcast rights to NBC for zero dollars so that it can cut away from overtime of Game 5 of the Eastern Conference finals to cover the pre-race dung dribbling from the asses of thoroughbreds as they stroll around the track an hour before post time.
‘Blessed are ye, Versus, that thou do not abandon me, in my hour of need.’
It’s old news worth repeating that last year’s Stanley Cup finals drew a television audience of just 485,000 households through two games –a 20 percent drop from last year.
Bear in mind, my passion for the game of hockey far exceeds my expertise, but this much I know is true… If my job was marketing a product – let’s say for the sake of illustration, Kathy and Gary, that the product I was marketing was cow dung. And after making the strategic decision to give the cow dung away, I actually distributed 20 percent less cow dung to consumers than the year previous. I’m not too confident I would have the job of cow dung marketer for very much longer.

You Tell Me…