Abel to Yzerman
You know, the woman just irritates me. She said she’d be boycotting the NHL earlier this year and I looked forward to her absence. But she keeps on writing and it just makes me sad. She was offended, shocked, dismayed by the violence. She lit the torches.
If the hit on Williams and the many others we’ve seen this season was part of the game—as old-school apologists suggest—I want no part of this game.
Not sure how many of you caught it, but Brett Hull just said Pavel Datsyuk is unhappy with Mike Babcock and will definitely be leaving over the summer. Eddie Olczyk made a great point in return, asking what more could Datsyuk want? He’s playing in every situation, leading forwards in minutes and points. Sounds like a lot of Hull bluster to me. We’ll see.
Oh….good. Bubba lost last night. They’re floundering, as we knew they would. 3-5-1 over their last nine, two of those wins against the listless Oil. As we’ve said here before, their playoff will be over after the first-round. We know the look of a team headed in that direction, so it’s not exactly a dangerous prediction. Thankfully, Anaheim’s picking it up so maybe they’d like that 1 seed?
Because we don’t want it, Duckies. Take it if you must.
Updated 1515 CST with Holland comments below.
Except for the part about staying healthy for an extended period of time, Nik Kronwall is supposed to be the second coming of Nicklas Lidstrom. And this one hurts maybe more than any of the multiple serious injuries he’s suffered.
Wings defenseman Niklas Kronwall will be out six-to-eight weeks with a non-displaced fracture of his sacrum, general manager Ken Holland said Saturday.
Kronwall won’t need surgery but is likely done for the season unless the Wings reach the Stanley Cup finals.
Nicklas Lidstrom will miss Sunday’s game in Columbus due to lower back strain, but Holland said it’s nothing serious.
It’s not like anything important’s been going on. Back in the nation’s capitol (capital) for the day, then it’s on to the State That Hockey Forgot for the weekend.
Yep, it’s been ten years since Igor Larionov—of all people—started the brawl at the Joe. Ten years since Aaron Ward earned his stripes, Brendan Shanahan truly became a Wing and Mike Vernon won his 300th. Oh, you’d forgotten the OTHER miletone that night, eh?
Flew in to Brendan Shanahan’s new hometown today. Caught the last six minutes of the Blues fest on the radio. Nice.
Honestly, it’s hard to fathom that a team playing for the division gets only two points out of consecutive games with Columbus and St. Louis. It’s pathetic is what it is. And what are we left with after the most recent display of Hank-less offense? Complete and total uncertainty.
About to hop a plane back to DC, so I have to keep this short. Just a thought for you, really. And here it is: Is there anyone who wasn’t absolutely certain Fedorov was going to score last night, and I mean certain of it the moment he hopped over the boards? More tonite, including various reactions to The Debut.
Look, I'm not saying I'm some kind of hockey genius. I'm very, very smart and have a child-like charm that keeps all 12 of you coming back. But a hockey genius? Certainly not. Just a Red Wing fan who happened to see into the future on a cross country flight while a fat men slept just a few inches to my left. Yes, I write this on the way to Sailortown, USA also known as San Diego. And I write after having just watched an NBC inflight mini-doc on Sidney Crosby. Midway through I saw the end of May, and with it came the re-birth of hockey in the U.S. Good God!, you're saying. He's having, as Shooter said in "Hoosiers", strange visions. I most certainly am. What are they you ask? Thank you for asking. Thank you kindly. I see Crosby in the Finals. I see a city that almost lost its team ride a euphoric Crosby-led wave right to the cusp of glory. And, yes, there he will meet... ...your Detroit Red Wings. You must believe me when I tell you that I saw this unfold so very clearly. The Kid against The Rejuvenated Dynasty. I see seven games. I see shutouts and offensive explosions. I see double overtimes and I see players dealing with pain and playing through it....inflamed discs or not. I see a mainstream media frenzy, their hands forced because the story is just too good to ignore. I see a hockey fan base formerly split in their feelings about Chris Chelios come together as one, pitchforks and torches at the ready, as they watch Cheli abuse The Kid. And I see heartbreak that will light a fire for redemption. I see Steve Yzerman visiting a crestfallen Crosby in a somber Pen room, consoling him as the Conn Smythe sits lonely in the corner. The fat guy is nodding and drooling and I'm considering poking him in the neck with my coffee straw. My vision is fading, but I believe it. I see it and will make my playoff guarantee now. Wings over Pens in 7.
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