Abel to Yzerman
I read Custance's deal today, as most of you did.
There may be a path to get there without completely tearing things down and ruining the winning culture in Detroit that has taken years to develop.
Read it all at the link above. That line especially stuck out to me.
The theme of this riveting live blog was going to be Carolina and the fact that one of Gary's little projects can't support ice hockey. I was going to wax poetically about the ice and the fact that, even on bring your cousin/wife to the rink night, they could only pull in about 36 people.
We were going to talk about it.
You had to know that was coming.
Browsing the Emperor today, I learned a few things...
Nice Mike Babcock is failing. Let's be real clear about that. Mike Babcock, the original, would not be in this position. This team would not be losing this way, this consistently, with Babcock V1.
We heard the grumblings last year about a divided room. Naturally, because they came from someone outside the mainstream, an anti-digger, we frigging disavowed them.
30 points in 30 games.
It's my turn again, Bill is considered a healthy scratch for tonight.
On occasion I have seen tweets from the Wings asking who is going to score Detroit's first goal but I think lately they should be asking 'will Detroit score tonight?"
Enough of the goal drought, the Arizona Coyotes are dead last in the NHL. If the Wings can't beat the Yotes, we will have a very serious problem.
The way to get out of this funk is work hard, hit some people and hit the damn net too. A lot.
James Tiberius Howard returns to his rightful starting job today.
And he'll probably shut out the hottest team in hockey.
Just like he'll probably be your starting goaltender when a man resembling Keith Tkachuk in size and Jiri Hudler in happiness squeezes his fat ass down your chimneys.
Oh, you found that to be...juvenile?
Columbus going for their fourth straight win. They lead the Eastern Conference wildcard race. They're formidable.
They're also Columbus, which means nothing is expected. Ever. Nice little season.
A lot of Sundays I drink a little to prepare for the inevitable soul crushing I can rightfully expect at the hands of the Detroit Lions. I tell you this because by the time the Walking Dead come on at like 2100, I'm usually..."napping."
So we watch it on Monday.
Last night, Rick's son Carl, of the long stupid hair and the one eye and the attitude of a teenager that seems to have survived the end of civilization, because teenagers' attitudes are indestructably bad...well Carl was in the back of a refrigerator truck.
I'll say it again, and I'll mean it this time: It's December and our hopes rest with the Lions.
Last night was disgusting.
But, you handled it admirably.
And that, in itself, is yet another referendum on Kenneth Holland.
About Abel to Yzerman
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