Abel to Yzerman
I can’t be George Malik. I can’t be the guy who stomachs up and soldiers on no matter the circumstances. I’m fetal now because here I sit in the same sports bar where I’ve watched us lose five games this postseason.
What I should do is pay up and get the hell out of here.
Down 0-1 to this team is not necessarily a concern. Down 0-2 would make me sad but not fetal.
Am I stressed? Yes ma’am.
But concerned? No.
Mike Milbury said before Game 6 that the Wings were professional closers, that few teams had the ability to finish a series like Detroit.
He either lied or he’s just simple. Three straight games with a chance to slice a jugular. Three straight episodes of disgust.
I’ve never tried to hide what Game 7s do to me. They make me a wreck, nothing but a shadow of the calm, composed, well adjusted adult I am on most other days.
For fans of other teams, with expectations much lower than ours? A Game 7 can mean opportunity, a new way of life even. If they win, oh the rapture.
Us? All we imagine is horror.
So let’s avoid that shall we?
Because that’s what will be required tonite. I see overtime in our immediate future and all that does is suck.
Do or die? Nope. But it’ll be a long row down 2-0 and every one of you knows it. Voox: this is a big night my friend. No glass can be empty.
I’m on the train to Gabe’s for the first game of a West Coast A2Y meet-up. That, in itself, should ensure us victory.
Update at 1544: Thanks to the reader who pointed out the Kovalchuk SNAFU in the prose below. Fixed.
What. The. Faux. The guy with the ball-gag from Pulp Fiction? I thought he was confined to Denver but I was wrong. The frigging idiots are all over the place. They’re ruining my internet experience is what they’re doing. What we have is a dumbass, a cutter and paster of dumbass stuff, a Wing hater who’s even dumber and then a smart guy who’s got a contest about another dumbass.
Oh, and then there’s the other dumbass who dedicated 19 minutes to actually using the words “Wings”, “trade” and “Lidstrom” in the same paragraph. We’re going to touch on all those ditties.
Ready? Oh, I knew you would be.
I have some great news for all Abel 2 Yzerman supporters—Bill has finally seen the light and decided to become a Canucks fan. He just loves Luongo and couldn’t deny his true calling any longer.
It’s my hope he’ll soon be writing remarkable essays on C&B, with titles like “The Day Maltby Cried” and “Wow. How could I NOT Support a Team with Swedish Twins?” and (my personal favorite) “The Cheese in Vancouver is Much Tastier.”
P.S. All of this is a total lie, of course. Bill just wanted me to mention that he’s traveling this week so his pro-Wings rantings will be sparse. Bah.
Update 2205: Maltby just scored and the Wings return to their rightful place atop the Central. Put your teeth in and eat it Bubba. Obligatory bad injury news: Filpulla left with a "lower body injury." Alright. I'm guessing a few of you are going to be commenting tomorrow that I should be taking back a few of the less than savory things I've said about one Jiri Hudler. The young man is proving his mettle (and I'm certain I'm jinxing us all right now as I write this with 12 minutes left). But dammit if the kid didn't just score his fourth in 3 games and 3rd in the last two nights.
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