Abel to Yzerman
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On a typical day in late April, it would be fun to say, "hey, at least Chicago's in the same boat we are."
Well, it's typical in the sense that Ken Holland's Wings are on the brink of another early elimination. We're used to that.
But, if Chicago loses that means people are happy in St. Louis and that is decidedly against the laws of god, nature and hygiene.
It's been my history that the days following a brutal playoff loss, there is silence on the line. I've rarely been able to bring myself to write a damn thing, or function at all, really.
So, I'm all courageous now.
Yesterday was Voox's birthday. He's conducting an orchestra or something tonight. Seriously.
I got an email from Rumbear last night. He's doing well. Traveling. Working. Earning. Parenting.
Been thinking about Gramps a bit. Injuries and officiating. I was in Mayport, Fla last week and it reminded me of the last time I was there.
We haven't discussed Andreas Athanasiou enough and that's quirky because I NOW believe him to be the playoff MVP after three games.
The Red Wings have returned home to the old saying about the Stanley Cup playoffs that nothing happens in a series until a team wins on the road.
Bull. Shit. Plenty has happened. Plenty. None of it good.
Still not too rough to feed us.
We haven't reached that point.
Enough. Enough of the mediocrity, the moral victories. Enough with the satisfaction of "almost beating Chicago", of taking Cup finalists to 7.
Enough of the hopes that the Wings can steal one, or two.
I miss the swagger. I miss the cockiness that only 19 of you can fully understand.
Waiting for the smelly shoe to drop is for Blues fans. They anticipate the pain, rightfully so. They've earned that pain through forty years of failure.
We have not. All we've earned is more success. All we deserve are more Cups. It is our right as Wing fans and so it shall come to pass again.
Hi. Hello. I've decided to predict all 8 first round playoff series using an exact formula I found in a pharmacy in a row next to products I don't understand because of my gender. That formula requires extensive knowledge of a program called "Excel" that features tables and math and essentially selecting the higher seed in every matchup, and slamming a few run-on sentences together, then maybe throwing a genade predicting one player from each team who I believe NOW qualifies for the Hall of Fame.
48 hours before the most uncertain playoff run in the last 25 consecutive years of playoff runs, we've got ourselves a full-fledged clusterf***.
Pavel Datsyuk told the Delicate Genius that he wanted the announcement of his likely retirement before the playoffs so that his teammates wouldn't be pestered about it as they get ready to (a) get their asses kicked if they play like they did Thursday, (b) lay waste to a crippled Tampa team if they play like they did Wednesday.
About Abel to Yzerman
Welcome to Abel to Yzerman, a Red Wing blog since 1977. No other site on the internet has better-researched, fact-laden and better prepared discussions than A2Y. Re-phrase: we do little research, find facts and stats highly overrated and claim little to no preparation. There are 19 readers of A2Y. No more, no less. All of them, except maybe one, are juvenile in nature. Reminding them of that in the comment section will only encourage them to prove that. Your suggestions and critiques are welcome: firstname.lastname@example.org