I believe most sports people, maybe not couch coaches, nowadays truly understand how serious athletes figure skaters are. I do not think sportsmen would say that figure skating is not sport. Sounds like something hockey uncles may have said three decades ago.
Depended on who, where, and when. Still does, I think.
1991, nice spring day in a multi-rink arena in Richmond. My partner and I drew the main rink off the lobby that day (we rented private ice, cheap on a weekday around noon). We're practising to keep our skills sharp while we mull over maybe entering a summer adult competition. Through the glass we see a bus pull up outside and the lobby fills with adult hockey players who disappear into a dressing room. One of the ice workers tells us: "Moscow Dynamo team, here for an exhibition tour. Practice session on this sheet right after you." My partner turns pale. As the players, now kitted up, gradually file in, they are the toughest, most battered bunch of men I can ever recall seeing, every face scarred, healed broken noses, the lot. Put them on motorcycles and they'd fit right in to a bikers' convention.
I thought my partner was going to suggest cutting our session short, and I was going to protest, but he scrabbled through our music and slotted a Zorba the Greek CD into the player, grabbed my hand and hauled me to the far end of the ice. "We're having a good day, right? OK, we're going to do our whole list of big tricks, one after the other, no stopping between. If you get tired, let me know and we'll stop before you get hurt." Fine by me. No panic for the only female in the rink. I understood what he wanted, and thought The Male Ego bit was kind of cute.
So we took off with the music and threw everything we had at our audience, who now filled the benches and were quietly watching, with a coach or two pacing behind them. We'd done combo spins, a throw or two, a few adagio moves, a death spiral, and then tossed up one of the highest twists I've ever done (woooo!). That's when the drumming started to reverberate up through the ice. The players were all leaning forward, beating the boards with their sticks in applause.
When we finally came off the ice, we were greeted with big toothless smiles, these battered biker-types telling me, "You brave lady!", and one poked my partner for emphasis as he said, "I no good skater, I play hockey as kid. My son, he more good than me, he big like me, now he skate pair like you. You big, you skate good, and you keep little lady safe. You real sportsman!"
We still agree, more than 30 years later, the drumming applause that afternoon was our biggest thrill skating for an audience. Maybe it's random and local, maybe it's just Canada, but most of the boys and men I knew both skated and played hockey, without any major incident or negativity. Or maybe they just didn't talk about it?