Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 04/30/13 at 07:02 AM ET
Back in 2007, so long ago that I can't even find the links to those posts, the Wings were on the verge of horrific defeat to Anaheim.
The game before, a puck stayed in the air. It floated and weaved like a Chuck Long 7 yard out. All over the place. No direction. But momentum took it, carried it until Lucifer gave it a final push with some hot evil breath and sent it over our Czech Miracle of Insanity's shoulder. That game, that moment, is etched in Stress Train history, along with 34.7, Max Talbot, deficits to garbage teams like St. Louis and Phoenix, extra men on the ice, stolen goals, Al MacInnis and Jamie Langenbrunner, Deadmarsh, Yzerman hitting the crossbar, and big Swedish asses.
That goal that beat Hasek sealed the series for Anaheim in 2007. It didn't settle the series. It sealed it. The next game the Wings were down three goals after two periods.
But something weird happened before the final horn in that shithole Honda Center. In the third, Pavel Datsyuk and Hank Zetterberg were born. They dominated that period. Datsyuk scored to cut it to 2. Pahlssen made it 3 again, and then Datsyuk...again. With three minutes left, down by 2, Zetterberg beat Giguere and not one of us didn't think that series was ours.
Of course it wasn't. 180 frantic seconds and about 19 different dead pets later, it was done.
Datsyuk and Zetterberg, though. What they did in that third period. They owned it, much like they did the final week of this regular season. They absolutely owned it.
They are the keys and there can be no doubt about that. As they go, so goes your happiness. Yes, we need Franzen and Filppula. We need the young D. We need you, Jimmah. But it's 13 and 40. This is their series. It's their run. And it could be their legacy if the impossible were to occur.
It's ok to hate, you know. It's ok to despise Corey Perry, the original little bitch well before Rosby. It's ok to hate Ryan Getzlaf, who is already playing the fat, balding martyr.
“Have you listened to the media the last couple of days?” Ducks forward and captain Ryan Getzlaf told the L.A. Times.
“We are not the favorite, trust me. It’s the same story as the whole season. We’re prepared for that.”
Oh, the poor victim. The two-seeded underdog. STFU. Seriously, that's NBA talk. Hockey players don't say stupid shit like that. They don't whine about "disrespect" and singular belief found only in their room where getting between the coach and his Hot Pockets is suicide.
Yes, the coach. There is no doubt in my mind that by Game 3, he will be the number one subject of our scorn.
But forget the chubby whiner for a minute and focus on ours. Our coach that is, not our chubby. Aside from Zetterberg and Datsyuk, our Uncle Mike might be the most vital cog in this mini-success story. Two veteran defensemen have sat forever. I can't remember the last time Ian White played and I dig that. Carlo whateverthefuck his name is will never, barring injury, see Red Wing ice again. He never should have in the first place, but that's borderline Holland bashing and we're not doing that. Yet. Babcock turned the blue line keys over to youth and he's been rewarded. He's guided this team minus Helm, minus a Serial Killer, minus a veteran Swede who you'd think would be somewhat critical but is purely an afterthought.
He will outcoach that fat beaver Boudreau. Datsyuk and Zetterberg will outplay Katie Perry and Getzlaf. But there are mysteries to be unraveled past those facts, past the obvious. Anaheim has a Swiss kid and a stout defense, allegedly. The Wings have inexperience, amazingly, and a third line that has given us tentative hope. Selanne is a concern, but it's ok to hate his ass too.
Your expectations have been low all year. All season long we've tempered our arrogance to prevent an emotional crash at precisely this date on the calendar. But I'm advocating Swagger today.
Trot it out. Flaunt it. It's who we are and we've earned it. But we're doing it differently, because if you think this is stressful? It's nothing compared to what awaits in about ten days, maybe two weeks.
Yes, 16 is the thing. 12 is the ultimate goal.
But for now, it's just 4. 4 to Round 2. 4 to the matchup that just might define our two legends.
4 to the Hawks, bitches. Because you know the Ingalls sisters aren't long for this, or any, playoff run.
4 to the Hawks. One at a time. Drinking now, and I mean right now, is absolutely authorized.
See you for the Live Blog and god help us all.
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