Abel to Yzerman
On the eve of Game 1 versus the “favored” Flames we wrote a post with a similar title to this one, mentioning the fact that one of our A2Y readers was dealing with the pain of losing a grandparent: a WWII vet.
Today, something similar. A sportswriter from my hometown of Saginaw made a trip to Norfolk, VA this week and realized sports is a nifty hobby, even a pastime for some. But nothing when compared with real life.
Suddenly, worrying about whether the Detroit Red Wings were going to beat the Anaheim Ducks to earn a berth in the Stanley Cup Finals—they didn’t—or the Detroit Pistons will dispatch the Cleveland Cavaliers and move on to the NBA Finals—the jury is still out on that one—didn’t seem nearly as important. Instead, the only thing that mattered was walking up to my son on that pier in Virginia , grabbing his extended right hand and pulling him to me to give him a long, hard hug.
I’m a big proponent of staying in your lane. Talk about what you know, or shut the hell up because you run the risk of proving to many people that you are dumber than they believe you already are.
That’s why I tend to restrict my comments to the Wings. I don’t talk NHLPA stuff because I don’t care and therefore don’t know much about the legalities of the Saskins, Klatts and even Chelios’ of that world. I don’t talk Cap issues because numbers higher than $9.95 (twelve pack of Rolling Rock) confuse me and make me get dizzy and scared.
And typically I’ll stay away from league-wide topics that the Big Headed Bloggers like Mirtle and Benjamin and McErlain tackle because, well, they’re smarter than me and better equipped to open the scope wide enough to handle those discussions.
Updated at 0530 EST because I love the run-on sentence and thought I was the king of it, especially used in times of emotional duress, but now realize I’m just a frigging pawn in the big run-on scheme of things when compared to Steph at No Pun Intended who—based on the Pronger rant posted below—is truly the master.
According to former Deep Digger captain Ted Kulfan, our Miracle of Insanity met with the Boy Wonder yesterday and all the expected bribery, begging and ass kissing took place.
“Dom told me the same thing he’s been telling everyone else,” general manager Ken Holland said Tuesday after an exit meeting with the goaltender, 42.
“He said he wants to discuss it with his family, give it some thought and he’d come to a final decision in the next few weeks.”
It’s not just Holland or coach Mike Babcock who wants Hasek to return.
“I told Dom that many players have expressed that they want Dom to return, they enjoy playing with him, and have a lot of confidence in Dom,” Holland said.
But this one, if you believe in counting sources among the MSM, seems to have a pair of legs. Slava Kozlov returning to his rightful home amongst the banners of Hockeytown?
Now, right now it is more media speculation suggesting he’d be a good fit with the Red Wings, but it’s not out of the question. Before he re-signed with the Thrashers in 2003, Kozlov was interested in returning to Detroit but the Red Wings never made an offer. If they’re interested in the veteran winger this time around, I think they’d have to be the front-runner.
Good morning all. Finals start tonite and I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am. I've been considering this matchup for a week and provide you today with an in-depth analysis. Feel free to add your own, but don't embarrass yourselves. If yours doesn't compare to mine both in depth and seriousness of thought, don't post it. This is no place for half-assedness. Sens in six. Please. A few changes to the port sidebar. I've begun compiling a series of rants that will serve as the 2007 Season in Review. You'll find it under the heading "Reviewing 2007: Sarcasm for the Sarcastic." About halfway done. The rest should be complete within 48 or so. There are also a few subtle modifications to the blogroll: I've added the Wing blog Yzerman Is God to the "Head to Hockeytown" section and Spector's has changed URL's. Find the new one here. Enjoy your Memorial Day, and please take a few to remember the reason most of us aren't working today.
Having a nifty holiday weekend. Looking forward to going into DC tomorrow and actually visiting the memorials of some fallen heroes. It is, after all, Memorial Day, in case some of us have forgotten that.
But that’s not my point tonite. Nope. As stated, the weekend was going well until an A2Y reader sent met this article…and now I wouldn’t mind throwing up in mass quantities. Overall, it’s not a bad read. But a few lines stick out that make me curdle.
Handshakes and grades and free agents and insanity. All hot topics as we peruse the Diggers today, five days after the elimination and a full week since the Kick To The Groin.
The Wings spent the weekend cleaning out their lockers, while Sasquatch makes final preps to play Game 1 of the SCF. Neat, eh? Needless to say, I’ll be pulling for Ottawa. The thought of Corey Perry lifting the Cup is just not pleasant. And that’s mild compared to how I feel about Pronger doing the same.
But I’m past that. It’s time to move from the crushed to the hopeful, the soul-wrenched to the analytical. And I’ve got a plan. Oh yes.
Updated 0508 EST on 24 May: This post is going to stay on top today because I’ll be adding to it as I have time and the inclination to do so. However, there are a few good stories from the Diggers today you may want to peruse.
Almost a full day after the conclusion of what I would consider to be a pretty damned good season, and I’m finally in a state of mind to discuss it. So I gave myself a day’s sabbatical to deal with this thing and I’m reminded once again how pleasant it is to be a fan-blogger instead of a Deep Digger. As much as I pick on Teddy and Helene and Khan(!), George, Young John and the rest…I wouldn’t have enjoyed their jobs last evening. Because you can’t follow this team without developing an affection for what they accomplished this year, or how they did it.
So they had to do their jobs, and I’ll bet those jobs weren’t fun. Oh, I’m not naive enough to believe that a loss didn’t make for interesting writing and reporting. I’m just saying that I’m betting the diggers wanted to see a bit more success. Like 5 games of it.
We read the stories, and made our safe assumptions. We figured that the pain of Game 5 would spur an effort that would leave that disaster where it belonged, in the past. But, apparently, the hangover was too much.
If you don’t realize that The Kick To The Groin had everything to do with the listless first two periods of Game 6, then you’re misguided.
It stuck with them and they couldn’t shake it until it was too late. And it wasn’t Lilja’s mistake that will be the wretched memory of this series. It wasn’t Lilja’s lapse in judgment or the steal from Selanne and that eventual goal.
Update 2157: Faithful readers of A2Y know that there is only one available option when the Wings are down 1-0 after 1 in an elimination game. That’s right, a block of pleasing cheddar.
I’ve taken that step and I fully intend to eat the entire thing by the ten minute mark of the second. I expect a positive second because of that personal sacrifice.
Update 1916: According to Boy Wonder John Niyo, it’s looking bleak for Bert.
But I’d call him doubtful for Game 6 at this point, based on his body language, among other things. He spent 15 minutes in the training room and conferred with team doctors and trainer Piet Van Zant after practice, then left the arena without speaking to the media.
Oh good God. If you’re looking to board, you must hurry. I can’t say that strongly enough. The Stress Train is full and I can’t guarantee you a spot.
Keys to victory tonite: I have no idea. Bertuzzi’s apparently a game-time deal and Uncle Mike can’t form a sentence worth reading.
It’s basically can a guy go, can a guy not go.
But, look below…that bad boy is filling up and if you’re not on it’s your own damn fault.
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