All right, this is probably going to be long and ugly. By the time I got to about 35% of this book (I was reading a Kindle edition), I could tell that I wasn't going to enjoy it. Bernstein and I have diametrically opposed views of the place and purpose of fighting in hockey, and Bernstein's pedantic repetition of the same-old "policeman" argument with little derivation throughout the course of the entire book got old fast. Honestly, the thought of writing this review was the only thing that got me through the last 20% of this sorry excuse for a published work.
Let me start off by noting that this was written about ten years ago now, in the aftermath of the 2004-05 lockout, and Bernstein basically admits that the premise of it is the valorization of fighting and the goon very early on. He makes no effort to hide his one-sided point of view, and indeed makes barely any effort to include other points of view when it comes to fighting. (When he does actually manage to do so, it's not without using such descriptors as "tree-huggers" for people who don't agree with fighting in the NHL and "pussies" for players who don't want to fight. To me, the former is ridiculous, and the latter is downright unacceptable.)
This book, or at least the Kindle edition, could have greatly benefitted from a copy-editor as well. The formatting was fucking awful. Whole sections, the means by which Bernstein chose to divide his chapters, started at the end of pages of the previous chapter: the heading for the new section, a couple of lines of text that continued onto a mostly empty page when you flipped over. It was amateurish and looked ridiculous. Which doesn't even take into account the ridiculous errors in this that I assume mean no copy-editor worth their pay went over it. The rivalry between the Edmonton Oilers and the Calgary Flames, for example, is varingly referred to as the Battle of Ontario and the Battle of Alberta when anyone with a map of North America should be able to consistently locate those two cities in Alberta. (Ontario is 2 fucking provinces over.) Likewise, when talking about Major Junior, a subject on which Bernstein clearly has no experience or knowledge, he talks about kids riding the bus from Thunder Bay to Moncton immediately after introducing the three leagues that make up Major Junior. (For the record, Thunder Bay, if it had a team, would be located in the OHL while Moncton's team is located in the QMJHL, and these teams would no more play each other than an NHL team would get on a boat to go play a KHL team.) Bernstein makes himself look idiotic to anyone who actually knows anything about hockey when he makes mistakes like these.
Also, I would stay at least 40% of this book by volume is Bernstein employing block quotes from other people who support his point of view, mostly (then) enforcers in the NHL or enforcers who were already retired by the time this book came out. I got so tired of flipping through literal pages of block text quotes that my eyes started to cross. At one point, I believe, there was a single bltock quote from Marty McSorley that was over 3 pages. If Bernstein wanted to write a book about the subject, my feeling is that he should have written a book and not thrown a bunch of pull quotes onto a page. While that is certainly a skill, it was not the point of this endeavour as far as I could tell. I remain unclear as to what the point of this endeavour was, however, or how this piece of absolute garbage got published.
With all that said, I guess I can move in to critiquing the heart of Bernstein's argument, which is essentially two-fold: 1) fighting makes hockey a safer game, and 2) it makes money. It must first be said that I'm coming at this with ten more years of evidence than Bernstein, so the comparisons I make may not always be 100% fair to him. I just don't care because this book was just a piece of toxic tripe that only so many allowances can be made.
Bernstein argues that it's the job of NHL enforcers to ensure that no "disrespect" occurs to skill players on their team, and that this actually makes the game a safer place because players are afraid to essentially do their jobs for fear of being beaten up by men whose proverbial time cards include one 30 second shift a game with the sole purpose of pummeling someone's face in. Bernstein sources a truly prodigious amount of pull quotes from retired enforcers that basically amount to "hockey was safer because if anyone made even a questionable play on a star, he would get beat up." Bernstein's argument is essentially that this morass of toxic masculinity and exceedingly touchy egos is essentially what hockey is all about, and without it, the game wouldn't be played by men. Clearly, Bernstein is not an adherent to the rather famous Matahma Gandhi about an eye for an eye making the whole world blind. Bernstein does, however, go on to spend several pages talking about revenge fights (without condemning them) and players waiting for the right moment to try to injure another player (which he does not condemn) and how this fits into the fighting mold, which somewhat weakens his argument about the effectiveness of fighting as a deterrent.
Bernstein also tries to emphasize how fighting in the NHL is not as dangerous as, say, boxing, since the fights are so much shorter, and the ice absorbs some of the impact of the hits in the movement of players' skates. In this, I have to admit that Bernstein was writing before the deaths of several high-profile hockey enforcers, i.e, Belak, Boogard, Rypien, and Montador, and the provable links, at least in the case of Boogard, to the exact occupation Bernstein valorizes and the development of CTE. (That being said, research in CTE is still in its infancy, but I don't think it can be ignored when it comes to an honest discussion of fighting in hockey at this time, so I will not.) In fact, Bernstein chooses to quote Boogard on more than one occasion in the course of this book, which was a surreal and deeply uncomfortable experience for me as a reader reading it after Boogard's 2011 death.
Bernstein also spends a memorable chapter talking about the instigator penalty and laying the blame for Steve Moore's career-ending injury at the hands of Todd Bertuzzi directly at the feet of the penalty rather than Bertuzzi's. That is not to say that Bernstein doesn't admit to Bertuzzi's culpability in that he "broke the code" by hitting Moore from behind, but his argument, which is specious to my mind, is that without the instigator penalty, Brad May would have simply come out and beat the shit out of Steve Moore for a previous hit on Naslund, and the situation would not have escalated. What makes this argument particularly ridiculous is that Bernstein devotes a significant amount of inches to that particular incident, including the fight Moore had with Cooke in the same game as the Bertuzzi incident. Bernstein fails to address how a fight with May would have changed the situation in a way that a fight with Cooke did not, especially since he spends a great deal of time talking about how fighters tend to fight within "their weight class" in the NHL. Bernstein tries, very ineffectually to my mind, to blame one of the worst incidents in recent hockey history on a type of penalty rather than on the toxic culture of hockey that demands an eye for an eye or privileges certain players to the extent that they cannot be hit legally (in the eyes of the refs working the first game) without having their careers ended and their lives changed forever. There is also one memorable pull quote that Bernstein uses about someone getting beaten up after they'd served a penalty for an offence because the other team's enforcer didn't feel like it was fair that basically sums up everything that's wrong with this argument.
In my mind, Bernstein is basically arguing that instead of imbuing the officials with the powers to make the necessary calls and expecting the players to act like adults and accept those rulings, the NHL tacitly allows them to try seeking their own vigilant justice because it's "interesting" or "fans like fighting." On that note, Bernstein talks about how no fan stays in their seat during NHL fights, and that is certainly true. I live in Edmonton, and I will habitually leave my seat and head the concourse during fights at both the NHL and WHL level because I find them both boring and useless. With that full confession, you can see how I was never going to agree with Bernstein on this subject.
Bernstein further undercuts the second-part of his argument by finally mentioning that the NHL, AHL, ECHL, and the Major Junior leagues, what seems to collectively be the feeder path of the NHL in this current hockey climate, are pretty much the only leagues that allow fighting, and yet somehow the Olympics, NCAA, CIS, and (although I imagine this has changed somewhat) various European leagues all still manage to draw significant crowds and revenues and produce top stars. Now more than ever, it is a global game, and fighting remains a relic of the supposed "toughness" of the North American game that, quite frankly, can do without all this valoriztion. I find it particularly telling that Bernstein, who talks about trying to play NCAA hockey in his youth, spends 20 chapters of this treatise trying to avoid mentioning that fighting isn't allowed in that league. It's almost like it undercuts his argument or something.
Bernstein's little tangent on visors (and helmets) and how wearing them made players more cowardly and less manly was particularly infuriating to me, especially considering the lengthy recitation of serious, career-ending injuries that not wearing eye/head protection in which he then engaged. I took a sort of vindictive pleasure in knowing that visors were grandfathered into the last CBA, and that Bernstein's argument of the supposed manliness of going visorless did not stop the NHL from protecting its players.
I also did not appreciate the pull quotes he sourced from both Barry Melrose and Tony Twist where they (and Bernstein by extension) blamed the rise of so-called "dirty" stick work and the dissolution of the NHL team as a unit on the introduction of European players to the NHL, most especially the Soviet players. (Coincidentally, Clarke's infamous episode dirty stickwork rates merely a passing mention.) That sort of racist, xenophobic bullshit has no place in hockey. If I wanted to deal with that garbage, I wouldn't routinely change the channel during the first intermission of the opening game every Saturday night.
The thing, however, that infuriated me the most about this entire infuriating, poorly written shitshow was the chapter Bernstein wrote about youth hockey. While I agree that, in the end, it is up to parents to teach their children what is acceptable, I could not disagree more strongly with his premise that sometimes fighting is okay for children. It is never acceptable, and I say this as someone who was a child who was bullied at school, which is one of the situations Bernstein identifies as acceptable for children to fight. This sort of antiquated might-makes-right argument may play into Bernstein's premise, but it not socially acceptable and has pretty much proven ineffective at combating the issue long-term (much like fighting in the NHL). He includes a lot of horrifying statistics about the willingness of youth players to serious injure one another during games, but does not even try to address how his supposed code chooses the address this blood-thirstiness in adults. Indeed, he completely shies away from the fact that a 14 year old willing to board someone so hard that it could possibly end another player's career will probably grow into an adult willing do the same, and that anger management counselling will no doubt be more effective at dealing with this issue than letting someone else punch him in the face a couple of times. To his credit, Bernstein does talk about the ways youth hockey leagues are trying to eliminate dirty plays from the game, and he makes a point to underscore that this sort of behaviour is unacceptable in youth hockey. I just fail to see why it becomes acceptable in professional hockey, or how a 5-minute penalty and a sort jaw serves as an equally effective deterrent as a suspension and/or the significant loss of income.
Bernstein spends most of this book defending fighting in the NHL and then tries to take a more moderate stance, as dictated by the new rules introduced after the 2004-05 lockout, at the end. He argues that fighting as a spontaneous release of emotion should be allowed, but the staged pageantry that makes up the majority of fighting in the NHL (because of the instigator penalty, don't forget) should be eliminated. It's an interesting stance (not unlike his pro-visor stance after he actually uses the word "pussy" to describe a player wearing a visor), and I'm not sold that he actually believes what he's saying. I'm personally of the opinion that Bernstein chooses to walk the middle ground in his conclusion because he feels it's the safest ground to walk, not because he any real commitment to player safety or health.
In the end, I'm not convinced this book wasn't written by a computer randomly sourcing quotes off the internet and trying to string them into some sense of a narrative. The argument is repetitive, insubstantial, one-sided and fails any number of logic tests; the writing is awful; and the formatting of my Kindle copy is a nightmare. Bernstein fails to present anything more than a personal testimonial (and a badly written one at that) about why he thinks manly men hockey players should be allowed to punch each other in the face at the slightest perceived grievance. My advice to anyone thinking about reading this book is simple: don't. Your time will be much more enjoyably spent doing something--anything--else.