Abel to Yzerman
In the end, when Uncle Mike made the final call, it came down to size and potential for violence. Kyle Calder’s ineffectiveness forced his hand (he didn’t play since mid-way second period in Game 2) but even after he made the decision to sit him, he had another dilemma. Hudler or Kopecky?
And he made the right move. Going into Anaheim, against a team that thrives on confrontation, an oompa-loompa wasn’t going to do the trick. A healthy Kopecky might.
I’ll be mostly occupied with moving the IwoCPO family into the new house today, so posts will be limited. Lots of hurting Wings today, I’d imagine. I’ll be back with a comprehensive review of the causes of said pain later today.
Updated 2257: So I’m thinking that may have been a bad idea. I’ll look inward this evening and let you know. Introspection after an OT loss is always fun.
Last time we did this was Game 6 in Calgary, so I don’t want to read any of you whining about me jinxing anything. Pick your game winner here. First to choose the hero gets a 3 dollar gift certificate to the Saginaw/Bay City/Midland Tri-City Airport bar.
Me? I’m going with, yep, Bob Lang.
Via the OC Register Ducks Blog,
The Ducks went into Sunday night’s second game of the NHL Western Conference finals at Detroit without left wing Chris Kunitz.
Kunitz, who scored the lone Ducks goal in Friday night’s 2-1 loss in the series opener, was listed as “day-to-day” with an upper body injury. Kunitz usually skates on the club’s top line with center Andy McDonald and right wing Teemu Selanne.
Not real comfortable with any report that uses past tense before the game actually starts, but hey…there’s diggers everywhere I suppose. I’ll believe it when the lineups are announced.
When the Wings scored first Friday night, I immediately fast forwarded to 2200 Sunday. Heading to Anaheim up 2-0. That’s how I roll. If they’d fallen behind, I would have been fetal, rocking, sucking the thumb, humming. It’s the mind of the hockey fan, at least this one.
Oh…your eyebrows are raised? You’re thinking, “what a child. What an imbalanced, juvenile little boy.” Yeah. And? You’re telling me, right now, you’re telling me that when the Wings get a lead you don’t start fantasizing about the best possible scenario?
Liars. Lying liars.
I have to tell you something. I can do a lot of things in the span of 4 minutes. In fact, some things I can do twice in that amount of time. But tonite? 4 minutes was the definition of Hell, which is why the playoffs pretty much suck.
And yes, we’ll hear lots about fluke goals. And Zetterberg’s was exactly that.
But Lidstrom’s? No way that puck sneaks in if Homer’s not there earning the attention of Giguere while the puck is trickling slowly toward the net.
Bottom line? Time to bring in Terrible Ted.
I’ve decided that every time Bob Lang starts skating toward the faceoff circle I’m going to start
punching myselfy in the face
pulling my fingernails out, one by one
. (Thanks Gabe…didn’t want to tempt fate with a PITF reference). I figure that pain will distract me from the torture of having to watch him slow dance his way to another faceoff loss.
One difference between Sasquatch of last year and chris pronger of this? Ryan Smyth. Without that pest in front of the crease on the power play, the Wings can pressure The Mayor Of Edmonton up top and take away his slap shot.
First glaring mistake of the playoffs by Lilja. Ok Andres. You’re our boy. We trust you. Don’t mess with us.
Nice to see two veteran refs, traditionalists…who are calling this game like a couple rookies with Gary Bettman in their ears on a remote hookup.
Look. You guys have to lay off. Are you under the impression I stress less than you? Haven’t I proved that I’m the most pathetic stressor among us?
Don’t I come up with silly juvenile phrases that indicate just how unable I am to function this late in the season? Yet….you comment. You email me. Some of you have called me. More posts, you demand. More fodder. More childish wit to keep our minds off the game.
Mike Babcock was just on WDFN and discussed the upcoming Poultry series and his time spent in Anaheim. Listen here.
Special thanks to the Jamie and Brady show for the rights to the interview.
Here’s a fun game to keep the Stress Train at the station. Just a little family fun I invented all by myself because I enjoy entertaining you. Gather the kids. Grab yourself a warm one and a block of cheddar. Yes, Wing fans…it’s time to play:
Name That Idiot!
Here are the rules. I’m going to give you a few short passages from a renowned idiot’s latest babbling effort, and you try to Name That Idiot. It’s easy, fun and rewarding.
About Abel to Yzerman
Welcome to Abel to Yzerman, a Red Wing blog since 1977. No other site on the internet has better-researched, fact-laden and better prepared discussions than A2Y. Re-phrase: we do little research, find facts and stats highly overrated and claim little to no preparation. There are 19 readers of A2Y. No more, no less. All of them, except maybe one, are juvenile in nature. Reminding them of that in the comment section will only encourage them to prove that. Your suggestions and critiques are welcome: email@example.com