Abel to Yzerman
Holy frigging jumpin’. I predicted a Wing series win, but a sweep? C’mon, that’s crazy talk. At no point could I have foreseen that. No one in their right mind could have looked at this series, listened to the MSM, viewed recent Red Wing playoff failure and seen this coming…a sweep. Man, that’s exactly what we needed. More time for Stillwuzzi to rest his noggin, Z his back, Chelios his every bone in his body. A sweep does us wonders and I’m just so very thankful for it.
Wait one. Phone call.
Someone else: “Did you say the word ‘ho’ yesterday on your blog?”
Me: “Yes. Don Ho died. It was a tribute.”
Someone else: “You’re an idiot and stop with the sweep thing. One sentence would have been funny, now it’s just old. Shut up and move on.”
And so we shall.
Before we get into the game day stories, I need to tell you all something. And this is it: I’ve never had a problem calling a Ho a Ho. This may get me fired from the Empire, but I’m going to say it even stronger. Some Ho’s are, and have been, proud to be Ho’s. And I think it’s time we all reflect on the contributions of Ho’s, and what they’ve meant to our society. If you find that offensive, you need to take a long look in the mirror and asked yourself why you don’t place that kind of value on a Ho, especially one in particular.
That’s right, Don Ho died Saturday. No Ho ever sang tiny bubbles like that Ho did. America lost a Ho yesterday, a big-time Ho.
On to the subject at hand.
Don Cherry has a problem with the Red Wings, go ahead and click here for a reminder. About five minutes in Cherry goes postal on the Wings refusing to block shots, Datsyuk in particular.
Nothing is more conducive to organizational success than a little internal competition. And you, my friends, are the benefactors. Obviously feeling that his Deep Digger Captain status is in jeopardy, Khan(!) is keeping pace with our man Bruce MacLeod this afternoon regarding Wing cheerleader Todd Stillwuzzi.
Bertuzzi out for Game 2
The Wings announced that Todd Bertuzzi will not play in Game 2 vs. Calgary Sunday and is day-to-day. After practicing Saturday, Bertuzzi (concussion, strained neck) said he is optimistic he’ll be ready for Game 3 in Calgary on Tuesday.
“I feel a lot better, whether a couple of days of practice would put me in a better position or not, we’ll have to decide after,’’ Bertuzzi said, before learning that he would not play. “It’s not ultimately my decision. I tell them how I feel and they base their decision on that.’’
We make a lot of references to vomit and other bodily functions here. It's kind of an A2Y staple. I've always enjoyed the word "vomit" as either a noun or a very strong verb. And, honestly, watching someone vomit, particularly if they're a friend of mine and it's alcohol-induced, is a type of entertainment you just can't find anywhere else. I say that because I just received news that nearly made me expel recently-eaten solid foods from my body at an alarming rate of speed. I have to be on a plane tomorrow at 1530. I guess I don't have to tell you what that particular scheduling quirk means. If I was prone to dropping the f-bomb here, I would certainly make use of that conversational device now.
Updated 1407 EST: MacLeod reports that Todd Stillwuzzi (thanks O-Joe) is out for Game 2, despite practicing for the second straight day.
Iwo’s alliterative analysis: Had the Wings not done what they did the other day, denying the diggers the Detroit death watch they desperately desired, this decision would most definitely have been different.
Bruce MacLeod reports today that Bertuzzi practiced today, but not on a line that would dress tomorrow.
Todd Bertuzzi is on the ice for Saturday’s full practice. He’s skating with Josh Langfeld and Tomas Kopecky. Mikael Samuelsson and Kyle Calder are skating on Robert Lang’s line. Although Bertuzzi might play in Sunday’s Game 2, the Red Wings are preparing for him not to dress.
Do the Wings even call their reserves “Black Aces” anymore? Not sure. I’ll drink on it and get back to you.
Oh, we’re gonna get nuts this morning. There’s so much, so very much. And it’s all fresh, new and exciting…like a puppy, a little puppy frolicking in the summer sunshine. That’s what I have for you this morning: links and links and more links to happy Detroit Diggers and sad, befuddled, downright angry scribes in Calgary.
Gotta be brief this morning…heading to the airport.
One thousand people made statements last night. They’re not coming back, not spending their extra cash, until the Wings prove the money isn’t a downpayment on disappointment. Last night may have convinced a few of them that this Spring may be a little different.
Game 1 isn’t a series, but it can set a tone. The Wings established a presence last night. And all of a sudden, they don’t look quite so squishy soft as more than a few mainstreamers claimed. And all of a sudden, a few writers in Calgary were searching for cheesy metaphors.
A great game, a perfect game really. But just one game, and only the first. Big, fat recap in the morning after we’ve had a chance to digest this one. But, while we’re on the subject of perspective; the first star tonite goes to the grandfather of A2Y reader Teamdub. He’s a Bronze Star awardee who probably won’t make it through the night. One of our nation’s real heroes and a member of a dwindling generation that was full of them.
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: firstname.lastname@example.org