Abel to Yzerman
My mood hasn't changed from five hours ago, or whenver I wrote that post. I'm avoiding going home. My DVR will hum like a male Dive fan. And I'll wait as long as I can to start watching. It will be torture.
But, at some point, I'm going to watch this game.
I don't care about bringing new fans to the game. I honestly do not give a single shit about that. I say that because I've seen the post below and, before the bad thing happened Monday night, I read about how Game 7's are the perfect chance to reign in the fence sitters. Naturally, I've not read a single hockey-related item since Game 6.
I personally despise Game 7s more than anything ever invented in this whole world. They are disgusting. Oh, I suppose they're fun if you're a, I don't know, Blues fan and you stopped caring about hockey a couple months ago when your team was eliminated (again).
Win or go home. Captain Obvious checking in says the keys for DET tonight: The Big Dogs have to find the scoresheet: Zetterberg has no goals in the series (three assists), and Pavel Datsyuk has only two points in the six games (goal, assist). The invisibles need to be a force: Franzen has one goal and two assists in this series. Filppula has one goal and one assist.
More importantly, Jimmy has to be better than Crawford: Howard, 0-2, 4.03, .890 in last 2 GPI; Crawford, 2-1, 1.68, .944 in last 3 GPI.
Buckle up, and LGRW.
South Detroit doesn't exist. Many richards have told us that many times. Something about geography and bottled water. I don't know the precise equation, having dropped out of Northern before I could attain my prestigious associate's degree in advanced Pharmacy.
Physically, it's a myth.
Naturally, because he's the coach of the Detroit Red Wings, Mike Babcock wasn't nominated for the Jack Adams award. Joel Quenneville, with the most talented team in hockey, was. Babcock, even before the Anaheim series, has been brilliant all along. He raised the little puppies when all (ok...many) of us thought he was literally trying to get fired. He recovered from the most potentially damaging personnel loss in recent hockey history. Without Nick Lidstrom he created a young defense that will be the best in the East for a decade.
And I can't say this enough, obviously: he's sitting veterans in favor of youngsters and it's paid off again and again. It's a kind of insane genius I'll never comprehend and really can't get over.
Scott Bowman he's not, because playing kids this late goes against everything Bowman believed in. And, honestly, Bowman never coached a Red Wing team that required this kind of creative leadership.
Despite that, Babcock is as close to a Bowman clone as this league has ever seen. Maybe not on a white board, but in the uncomfortable spots players don't like to talk about at parties. Babcock is deep, deep, deep in their heads and he knows precisely what buttons to push at just the right time.
And that's why this thing ends tonite. It ends tonite because Uncle Mike has used this line, or something close, for two days.
Said Uncle Mike of game 5: "They were good and we were watching.''
Captain Obvious says: "It'd be good to finish this tonight, but DET are going to have to be way better to do that - way better." Here is hoping for the handshake line after the game.
"Flags In," Soldiers of the 3d United States Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) participated in the Memorial Day tradition of "Flags In" where soldiers place an American flag at every gravestone throughout Arlington National Cemetery, in commemoration of our Nations fallen heroes.
When this fire is finally done, and there's nothing but embers left and the Wings have pissed all over the ashes of the West once and for good? It will have been the perfect way to leave this idiotic, Bettman-created sewer of a conference.
Nashville? Eliminated from playoff contention, largely because the Wings turned it up with two weeks left. Nice knowing you Bubba.
St. Louis? A great joke. So much promise, yet nothing to show for it. Now resigned to sit and watch the two teams they despise the most. Again.
Columbus? Again, another nice little team that almost got there but petered out when the Wings ratcheted up the heat.
Anaheim...a former nemesis, but now just an overrated afterthought. Nice knowing you, Corey.
Chicago...oh, what a way to leave. More on that in a minute. But, if it happens, the sweetest road East would be through San Jose. The Wings owe them and this is just the year to do it.
This will be quick. It's May 25th in Michigan, which means the weather should be simply stunning. Judging by the jackets at last night's Tiger game, that may not be the case. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Go about your day. Frolic. Bounce and swim. Grill. Develop and teach your children (well).
Because when all that's over?
4-3, 3-2,1-4, 4-1, 3-1, 2-0; DET's record in the past six games (5 wins, 1 loss), Un-freaking-believable. 17 GF, 11 GA. The Wings lose TPH, and Disco Stu, and manage to win with defense? STFU. Jimmy "brickwall" Howard: 0.50, .985 in last 2 GPI.
From the Peloton of Suck to the doorstep of the WCF - - skate to throat, bitches.
A2Y interns from Northern Michigan University came upon this goldmine of a conversation minutes ago on Twitter...
Watch any hockey tonight?
Gordie Howe shook their goalie's hand. Gordie. Howe.
They were supposed to be rebuilding! Fuch.
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