Abel to Yzerman
The west coast trifecta is complete, thankfully. The Wings have now lost three in a row, and covered all the bases. A butt-kicking, an embarrassing loss to a hugely inferior team and, finally, outplaying a better team only to fall just short. Now that we have those out of the way, Wing fans can concentrate on looking forward to Tuesday...which we'll get to in a moment. Deep Digger captain Ansar Khan(!) guaranteed us Pavel Datsyuk would sit this one out, obviously a result of his nasty habit of taking Mike Babcock at his word. Nope. Datsyuk was in there and looking as good as I've seen him all year. Press box bound? Now here's where it gets interesting. Jason Williams. If there's anyone identified on this team as a project of Babcock's, it's Williams. Yet, upon the return of Delma Huddle--rather than scratch Hudler or Langfeld--Babcock decided it was statement time.
Mathieu Schneider will miss the rest of tonite's game in Anaheim with a "lower body injury." The injury must have happened early as he played only 3:07 of the first.
A reminder for those of you displaced Wing fans without Center Ice: the game is on Yahoo Streaming tonite.
AlanaH, my co-habitant in the Kukla Empire of Blogs, has "tagged" me with one of those chicky little deals where you point out five nifty things about yourself no one has EVER known before. To give you an idea, here's how she began her own.
1. I used to live in Georgia and have retained an illogical affection for things like grits and boiled peanuts.See...I wouldn't admit my redneck roots to anyone, least of all you guys who would pick on me and make me feel sad. Plus, it's always been obvious to us that she had some country in her. So, I've decided to go in a different direction: 5 things I'll never tell you about me.
Your boy Ansar has high marks for most of the Wings this morning in his mid-season report card (space filler).
Dominik Hasek -- Even after allowing eight goals in his last game he leads the league in goals-against average, benefiting from a strong team defense. Obviously, the Wings made the right call choosing to sign him in the off-season over Ed Belfour. His health is the key to a successful playoff run. Grade: A Coach Mike Babcock -- He has the team that was written off by many competing for the top spot in the Western Conference. About the only negative has been his inability to correct the poor power play and penalty-killing. Grade: A- Jiri Hudler -- He doesn't skate well, he has defensive deficiencies and he's chained to the fourth line by a coach who's not particularly high on him. Sounds like a trade candidate. Grade: CMore
You really can't beat that for wholesome family fun. I mean, giving up 9 straight to San Jose was neat, don't get me wrong. But, allowing arguably the league's worst team to storm back and kick your tail in front of hockey expert and King "fan" Sandra Bullock? That's fuzzy and it's warm and it may even purr, so go ahead and pet it because it's domesticated and expects you to. The staunch defense that was allowing 22 shots/game? 33 from the Kings last night, and that average is up to 24.5. A two-goal lead that would appear insurmountable? If teams ever felt intimidated when down to the Wings (and I don't believe that's been the case for a few years now), that's certainly a non-factor after the last two.
As much as I enjoy bringing you the Mike Babcock Consolidated Quotes of the Day, I can't compete with the real thing. This, from today's Free Press. Helene St. James/Detroit Free Press
"We've got to flush that and get back at it," Mike Babcock said. "But, you never forget that, believe me, you never forget that. That's long and that's ugly and ... I mean, it just goes to show you how this sport is. You just get humbled. I always tell people that's why I married my wife: Because every time I get out of line, she just cuts me right down in size, and it's the same with this sport. As soon as you think you've got something working, you don't got it working."4 scoops for a twelve-cup pot, Mike. Not 10.
60 degrees in your nation's capitol (capital) this morning. All meteorological indications point to a sunny, joy-filled weekend. I'm rested after a long week, energized and all is right with the world. That is if you can forget giving up a three-goal lead, allowing six power play goals, nine goals overall, leaving your goalie in for eight of them, and sprinting to the penalty box like it was a phone booth with free porn and you were a Pred fan. The only saving grace many of us can claim is that we didn't stay up to watch the carnage. Me? I learned of it driving to work. The display on my Sirius radio tuner flashed "Detroit 4, San Jose 9" and I thought it most certainly was a typo. Some drunken shift worker hit the "9" instead of the "0". Nope. Got to work, opened up the Freep's flashy new website, hunted and pecked to find the Wing coverage buried two-third of the way down the page (the print equivalent of placement adjacent to the classifieds) and threw up in my mouth a little bit.
The plight of a Red Wing blogger. While most of you sat back with lukewarm, reasonably-priced, yet still satisfying beverages of pilsneric heritage and enjoyed one of the most memorable nights of your hockey-loving lives, I suffered.
You watched The Inevitable occur last night and you enjoyed it. You’ll nitpick it, because that’s what we do here…but you found it satisfying, appropriate and just. Me? I stressed.
Why? Because I’m a hockey blogger and all I could think about was how bad Christy at Behind the Jersey was going to kick my ass on this one. Oh, and she did. No one covers Yzerman like Christy. And you just knew she’d pull out all the stops on this one. Premium seats at the Joe. Video coverage. Minute-by-minute description of events. Don Cherry chance meetings. Still coverage. It’s almost unfair, and I’m more than a little bitter today.
With Steve Yzerman it was never a matter of if, but when.
Not if he’d win a Cup, but when would it finally happen…and how many.
Not if he’d come back from whatever injury was ailing him, but when.
Obviously not if he’d retire, but under what conditions and when. After an eye injury in Calgary, after a lockout, after another devastating early-round loss, after introspection, or just after he’d decided the body couldn’t go another year.
And most certainly not if 19 would head to the JLA rafters, but when. Has there ever been a more natural ceremony in Detroit than the one that will occur this evening? When did the certainty first start to seep in, that Yzerman would be the legend he became?
Was it the OT goal, the hyperbaric chamber, the grimaces in ‘02, the gap-toothed celebration in ‘97, the handoff to Vladdie in ‘98?
My favorite moment? Yzerman huffing up the right wing last year in a road loss against Carolina
About Abel to Yzerman
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