Abel to Yzerman
There will be exceptions. When situations appear dire, Lightfoot will show up as if out of nowhere. Gordo will be our savior and our most reliable of drinking partners.
But, starting tonite and continuing through our 23rd consecutive Stress Train driven playoff run?
If you think tonite isn't big, you're an idiot. It is. For three reasons.
1. We need the points, because we want to finish ahead of Columbus, because if we do...
2. ...we get the team we want to play and that team is the team we're playing tonite. We want Pittsburgh. Badly.
3. I still hate the Pens
Why, you ask, why is number 2 beyond debate?
Bullet Bob Seger will tell you the Buffalo Sabres are long, lovely dancers. Classy lasses from good families. Debutantes if they'd decided to take Daddy's money, marry young and hit the country club circuits. Cottages in Charlevoix, Tawas, TC. Fire Lake, even.
But no. They decided to opt for the initiative. College, post grad, medical or law school. So, Daddy's money ran low and they found themselves fending for cash.
And that's when the "long, lovely dancers" revealed who they really were, and what they were really doing.
Multi-year deal. About 660 per year. No career goals. A fourth liner with no offensive ability. A mucker, grinder, whatever you want to call him.
And exactly the kind of player this team has signed for years to provide tough minutes against certain players.
I am not a superstitious person. But I do know facts when I see them, and here is some science:
This is a trap game. Buffalo sucks but plays hard every night, from what I read and hear. I don't watch them, of course, because I don't watch hockey unless the Wings are involved. But I hear they're rambunctious.
The BJs are one point back, Toronto is two back. Washington 5 back. Toronto has no chance because they're Toronto. The Caps are imploding because of their captain. The BJs have a shot at the 1 wild card and we want the 1 wild card. We do.
And the Wings haven't lost since I've come back. I take full credit. I deserve that credit and demand you give it to me.
How should you give it to me?
It always comes back to Balboa. It always has and it always will. Apollo Creed, behind his desk, spit shined and full of bluster, was barking orders to his staff. Sending flowers to the mayor, hair salon appointments, minutia. It was then, and this is important, so focus, that Tony "Duke" Evers glanced behind him to make sure only he could be heard. He leaned in and gave Creed some advice that went unheeded.
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