I'm not qualified to judge Cameron Ward on his goaltending abilities but I can share my opinions on his wine:
I have tasted the collection of Vineyard 36 wines now on a number of occasions, when morbid curiosity overtakes better judgement, and have found the experience in each instance to be an utterly common and tawdry affair, each wine with a nose like tinned prunes (one can only imagine), and a texture on the palate like some horrid and ineffectual remedy that a witch-doctor might force upon a consumptive. In short, these are wines for the brutish and the senile, purchased by a man who was both. It is only to be hoped that death came for him before he managed to degrade himself and his name by serving Vinyard 36 to the guests at his table.
That, at least, would be a mercy.