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Let’s Give The Tenth Back

Man, this one crept up on me.  Had I given it a bit more thought—imagine that—I’d have brought this up yesterday.  Here’s the deal. Sit down Wing fans, because this is gonna hurt.  Ready?

Carolina fans don’t like you.  Some even despise you.  If the Wings were playing in Raleigh tonite, the torches would be lit, the warnings would be rampant about “obnoxious Wing fans”, stampeding through their arena with the audacity to actually support their team.  Oh, the horror.

But, there’s always the possibility that—since the game’s in Detroit—they’ll sit quietly, sip their moonshine, skin their possum and wait for the 5pm faceoff.  Perhaps this time, before the ass kicking, they’ll wait until after the game to spew the bitterness that just won’t go away after the 2002 spanking.  Whaddya think ya’ll?

Nope.

Acid Queen

Dear Red Wings fans,

I see your IP addresses. You’re here hoping to hear me sling some good old-fashioned hate at your beloved Red Wings.

You’re hoping to see me drop an angerbomb or two about 2002, possibly wind up soiling yourselves with glee at seeing me rant nonsensically about how much I hate you personally, hate your team, hate your town…

About 2002.  See. Here’s the thing.  Why?  Why all the angst?  Did anyone, even in Mayberry, really expect a win? I mean a series win.  You reached the finals that year. It was a glorious achievement. You were matched up against perhaps the greatest team ever assembled and you won a game.  See? You did.  Remember?

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That, in itself, should be something you can look back at with great pride. Heck you guys put 16 shots on Hasek in Game 5.  That’s good, isn’t it?

But instead, oh, the hatred.

I’m tired of the disrespect that comes with the attitude that everyone else should just roll over and die for the Mighty Detroit Red Wings–especially when that disrespect comes from frontrunning mouthbreathers that wouldn’t know Alex Delvecchio if he walked up to them on the street and cross-checked them. I’m tired of the frontrunning attitude, tired of the excusemaking and double-standardization associated with the attendance woes in Detroit, tired of little two-faced bitches like Mitch Albom that come here and enjoy our hospitality one day only to turn around and trash us the next.

Wow.  Hurtful.  Naturally the rant continues with the same old schtick.  The “murder capital of the world”, the unemployment situation, the elitism of the fan base (the same fan base that would fill their “barn” if it were in Carolina tonite), and on and on and on.  “Hated the Wings since I was a child…”  Right.  Slums in Detroit, self-important, owed our Cups..blah, blah, blah.  It’s like a broken fan that you’re too lazy to turn off even though the sound of it is irritating.

Irritating but, in this case, funny.  Always funny.  That whole 2002 thing.  You almost wish it didn’t happen. Five years later and the sadness remains.  Ten Cups.  We can give one back can’t we, if it means the good, god-fear’n Suthern folk can have their happiness back?  Wouldn’t we be willing to make that sacrifice?  We’d still have 9, and that gap where the tenth banner is?  Heck, we’re gonna replace that one in June anyway. 

Whaddya say?  Give it back so that the 12 Cane fans who have the electricity required to read this can regain their self-esteem?

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Nah.

 

 

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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: wphoulihan@gmail.com