Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 04/11/12 at 07:00 PM ET
If you’d forgotten, now’s the time to recall every bit of it. Every bone job from Gary’s officials. Every missed open net. Every center ice goal, good and bad. Now’s the time to remember the mangled faces, ankles, eyes and the punishment levied on others who deserved it, like Pronger.
Back into the breach, my friends. Right back to the place we hate the most.
Yes. Bubba’s favored. Got it. But, it’s not about Nashville. Not really. If the Wings play the way they can, they win. If they don’t, they lose. If Nashville plays their best, it won’t matter if Detroit does too. Wings win.
There is nothing to like about the playoffs. Oh, yes. There are isolated pockets of happiness. But never relief. Not until June, and even then just when you think the ultimate is right…there. 34.7 seconds turns into an absolute eternity. The only thing one win in the playoffs means, unless it’s #16, is that the stress level will be slightly lower for the next 24 hours. And a loss is a wrecking ball right to forehead. Again and again and again. A playoff loss is so indescribably bad. It’s so bad that when it’s the 4th loss in a series, you almost don’t mind it because it means you won’t have to experience any more of those MOTHERFUCHING losses again for a long, long time.
If you aren’t a Red Wing fan, don’t sit there and nod your head like you know what I’m talking about. None of you do. Because none of you have gone through it every year for 22 consecutive seasons. Better yet, nobody but us has been through the horrific fiery stress of loving a team that could realistically win it all for 17 consecutive years.
This is the 17th straight postseason that every one of us has known the Wings can win it with a couple bounces, some decent health and a few officials who won’t bend us over more than ten or twelve times.
Nobody can say that. Nobody but us.
But, Holy Hell, with those expectations comes stress and alcoholism, domestic meltdowns, dead pets, fires. We’ve never nailed down the right way to handle these playoffs. Ever. It’s what makes us, the 19, so damned adorable and special.
So, tonite we begin again. Underdogs, which is laughable. It’s funny because all of us have been predicting the worst (including me) because we know that entering this tournament with that frame of mind will make the fall that much easier to handle. That’s a lie, of course. All of it. We can sit here and type that we think their chances are poor, that Nashville is bigger, more potent on the power play. We can say all that, and we do. But deep down?
Deep down is where the memories are, memories other fans don’t and never will have. It’s the Brown goals and Murphy coming off the bench, drunkenly weaving on some sort of pseudo breakaway. It’s Datsyuk scoring and scoring when everyone said he couldn’t get it done in the postseason. It’s Yzerman, that magnificent steed, carrying a city on one leg…five years after McCarty climbed the boards and shook his fist at you seconds after ending the 42-year drought. It’s Hasek’s dances and Shanny’s open netter, Hull’s one-timer and Jesus if it isn’t Ozzie doing it twice. It’s a wheelchair and a slow lap and it’s Scotty on skates.
Who has those memories going for them? Nashville fans? St. Louis? San Jose? Who has that legacy?
We do. And who the hell says it can’t happen again this year if only they play up to the ability they know rests in that room.
And kids? If you sneak downstairs tonite and your parents look strange, pained, even overly overjoyed? Mommy and Daddy are alright. They just seem a little weird. It’s the playoffs.
This is your Game 1, Round 1 Live Blog, bitches. Screw Bubba. Screw 11 out of 12 ESPN “experts”. Screw Tootoo and no neck and those assplowers Crisp and Weber. Screw those horns and those ugly shitstained uniforms. If the Wings play the Wing way the Wings win and that’s law.
16 to 12.
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