Both suck because the game is played in a completely different way and without as much skill.
Euro hockey is east-west rather than north-south. And they only want to score after making several EA NHL18 saucer passes in a row.
I grew up with the Bruise Brothers Probie and Kocur and loved it. But after reading about all the CTE and crap these guys go through, it's soured me to goon hockey.
It was different back then too. Enforcers like Probie, McSorley, Domi, etc, could actually play a regular shift. They'd also pump anyone that looked at their stars the wrong way.
(Watching Probert punch Barrasso's helmet off while trying to get at Maguire, who was assaulting Yzerman, is awesome. And nobody comes to defend Barrasso).
Nowadays, goons won't drop mitts with anyone but other goons.
It doesn't teach anyone else a lesson. Case in point; Matt Cooke. Every shift it seemed like he was looking to end a career. And he did drop the gloves for his transgressions (eg Thornton - who he did well against). It wasn't until he got a 17 game suspension that he became a different player.
Another difference is the pay. Guys in the 60's, 70's, 80's, etc made less than a UAW worker. There aren't many guys willing to get clobbered by Probert for 45K a year.
But today? Pffft, lots of guys would love to play the role of a rat for the chance at 7-digits. Guys like Cooke, Torres and now Tom Wilson wouldn't think twice.
This is why the enforcer doesn't hold much water in today's game. Most can't keep up with the pace of play, and those who can only fight other fighters.
Slats432, my apologies if I came off too harsh. It wasn't really my intentions.
I just think that as a whole, our values with hockey are off kilter. Everyone loves it when someone stands up for a teammate. It certainly is admirable.
But I wonder if those same people cheering will still be around if something tragic happens - like Don Sanderson.
Or even with Bob McKenzie. His son was on his way to earning a U.S. scholarship until a fight took his career away.
All those people cheering and patting your back are suddenly ghosts when you're all alone fighting with the after affects.
You forgot to add a remark about playing volleyball or gymnastics. Yeesh, if you're going to be a walking cliche at least go all out.
No heart on this guy at all!