Abel to Yzerman
There are no trends. Some would say, during the playoffs, that nothing real exists. We boiled the Easter Bunny on Sunday, a nifty addition to a growing list of domestic pets sacrificed in the name of our cause.
We've turned an innocent train, just a small, clean little choo choo, into a den of sin and drunken excess. We've done everything possible to assure an easy entrance into Hell just based purely on our conduct during the last ten playoffs, or so.
We've been juvenile, disgusting, despicable, redolent.
Yesterday was not the refs. It wasn't the Wings trying to play Boston's style. Brendan Smith's attempt to go with Chara was not anything more than a young, frustrated kid tired of getting run. And I mean he was run. All day.
It was an ass kicking. Simple as that. Or as Stu Nahan said, "Butchering. Plain old butchering."
Boston had more energy and, obviously, much more desperation.
And the Wings couldn't match it. Honestly, it would have been tough to expect them to. Do you really think Danny DeKeyser knows what it's like to face a veteran team, a heavy Cup favorite backed into a corner? Did Tomas Tatar go into yesterday fully prepared for that kind of intensity? Of course not. There is no way he could have seen that coming.
None of you have been able to really enjoy an Easter in close to 25 years. Blame the Red Wings for that. While fans of other teams have stress-free holidays every other year or so?
With the puck dropping just after 3:00pm ET and since not much has changed in the stats department since game one, I have decidded there will be no game day post. Plus it is Easter and I am lazy today.
Want to know the part that frustrates them all the most? The Wings have done this without having to sacrifice a single thing. It's killing GMs, coaches and, oh especially, fans from every other city and every other team. 23 is a nice number, but blink an eye and it's going to be 30.
Chicago, St. Louis, Denver...all the teams we point to as having built through the draft? They paid their dues. Severely. The Wings paid in the 80's, but then the dividends started paying off in '91. And they haven't stopped.
Just when you think you can't see anything more from this team that will shock you, they give you tonite.
I guess it was sloppy? That's what George said. He's more hockey savvy than I am.
It was perfect. Perfect road hockey. Perfect hockey by an "underdog." Perfect hockey by a team that has been convinced by the world's best coach that they can win this series.
It takes me 12 minutes to drive to work. In that span of time I listened to "Night Moves" twice. The live version.
Taped in Boston.
We've discussed this before. Last Spring, in fact.
The playoffs are here and the "Pierre McGuire is a Douche Canoe" Ticket Contest is back.
This contest is open anytime the NHL plays a playoff game and Pierre McGuire is on TV in the building. Get a sign behind Pierre's head on a TV broadcast saying "Pierre McGuire is a Douche Canoe" and win two tickets to a Maple Leafs home game of your choice next regular season and two tickets to the Hockey Hall of Fame in Toronto, Canada.
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No one understands it. There is not a hockey fan reading this blog right now who can possibly grasp what Wing fans are going through, unless they're Wing fans themselves.
No one else. Not in Montreal or Pittsburgh. Not in Boston or Chicago. Certainly not in Denver and definitely not in St. Louis.
None of them can possibly fathom the rumbly in the tumblies of Wing fans because we've been weened on excellence. The rest of them have hopes. We have expectations. In St. Louis, they have wishes that they know, for a fact, will definitely be dashed. Today, Wing fans can claim we'd be happy to be competitive. But, in the backs of our minds, because we know the taste of it, we're thinking about a parade.
No group of fans, other than us, understand the horrific stress that accompanies sustained success.
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