Abel to Yzerman
They’re cleaning up the Stress Train after Sunday’s OT. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the fourth period Sunday night didn’t last long so there isn’t much to do. Should be ready to board by 1800 or so. As you wait, here are a few tidbits to keep you occupied.
Todd Bertuzzi is sounding downright social these days. The Canadian Press ran a nice little featurette on our boy yesterday, and it made me feel all warm. I brought the kids in, gathered them around the computer and pointed to the bearded Bertuzzi. I said, "Kids...that's a nice man. He speaks nicely. He plays nicely. He doesn't hurt people and he most definitely wouldn't place a shaft of composite across your back if you wore a jersey with a ducky on it." That made my children happy.
In the end, when Uncle Mike made the final call, it came down to size and potential for violence. Kyle Calder’s ineffectiveness forced his hand (he didn’t play since mid-way second period in Game 2) but even after he made the decision to sit him, he had another dilemma. Hudler or Kopecky?
And he made the right move. Going into Anaheim, against a team that thrives on confrontation, an oompa-loompa wasn’t going to do the trick. A healthy Kopecky might.
I’ll be mostly occupied with moving the IwoCPO family into the new house today, so posts will be limited. Lots of hurting Wings today, I’d imagine. I’ll be back with a comprehensive review of the causes of said pain later today.
Updated 2257: So I’m thinking that may have been a bad idea. I’ll look inward this evening and let you know. Introspection after an OT loss is always fun.
Last time we did this was Game 6 in Calgary, so I don’t want to read any of you whining about me jinxing anything. Pick your game winner here. First to choose the hero gets a 3 dollar gift certificate to the Saginaw/Bay City/Midland Tri-City Airport bar.
Me? I’m going with, yep, Bob Lang.
Via the OC Register Ducks Blog,
The Ducks went into Sunday night’s second game of the NHL Western Conference finals at Detroit without left wing Chris Kunitz.
Kunitz, who scored the lone Ducks goal in Friday night’s 2-1 loss in the series opener, was listed as “day-to-day” with an upper body injury. Kunitz usually skates on the club’s top line with center Andy McDonald and right wing Teemu Selanne.
Not real comfortable with any report that uses past tense before the game actually starts, but hey…there’s diggers everywhere I suppose. I’ll believe it when the lineups are announced.
When the Wings scored first Friday night, I immediately fast forwarded to 2200 Sunday. Heading to Anaheim up 2-0. That’s how I roll. If they’d fallen behind, I would have been fetal, rocking, sucking the thumb, humming. It’s the mind of the hockey fan, at least this one.
Oh…your eyebrows are raised? You’re thinking, “what a child. What an imbalanced, juvenile little boy.” Yeah. And? You’re telling me, right now, you’re telling me that when the Wings get a lead you don’t start fantasizing about the best possible scenario?
Liars. Lying liars.
I have to tell you something. I can do a lot of things in the span of 4 minutes. In fact, some things I can do twice in that amount of time. But tonite? 4 minutes was the definition of Hell, which is why the playoffs pretty much suck.
And yes, we’ll hear lots about fluke goals. And Zetterberg’s was exactly that.
But Lidstrom’s? No way that puck sneaks in if Homer’s not there earning the attention of Giguere while the puck is trickling slowly toward the net.
Bottom line? Time to bring in Terrible Ted.
I’ve decided that every time Bob Lang starts skating toward the faceoff circle I’m going to start
punching myselfy in the face
pulling my fingernails out, one by one
. (Thanks Gabe…didn’t want to tempt fate with a PITF reference). I figure that pain will distract me from the torture of having to watch him slow dance his way to another faceoff loss.
One difference between Sasquatch of last year and chris pronger of this? Ryan Smyth. Without that pest in front of the crease on the power play, the Wings can pressure The Mayor Of Edmonton up top and take away his slap shot.
First glaring mistake of the playoffs by Lilja. Ok Andres. You’re our boy. We trust you. Don’t mess with us.
Nice to see two veteran refs, traditionalists…who are calling this game like a couple rookies with Gary Bettman in their ears on a remote hookup.
Look. You guys have to lay off. Are you under the impression I stress less than you? Haven’t I proved that I’m the most pathetic stressor among us?
Don’t I come up with silly juvenile phrases that indicate just how unable I am to function this late in the season? Yet….you comment. You email me. Some of you have called me. More posts, you demand. More fodder. More childish wit to keep our minds off the game.
About Abel to Yzerman
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