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Name That Idiot

Here’s a fun game to keep the Stress Train at the station.  Just a little family fun I invented all by myself because I enjoy entertaining you.  Gather the kids.  Grab yourself a warm one and a block of cheddar.  Yes, Wing fans…it’s time to play:

Name That Idiot!

Here are the rules.  I’m going to give you a few short passages from a renowned idiot’s latest babbling effort, and you try to Name That Idiot.  It’s easy, fun and rewarding.

Ready?  Here we go.  I’m excited and I know you are too.

Do you know a few years ago Detroit asked St. Louis if they would be interested in trading Chris Pronger in exchange for Nicklas Lidstrom?

That should give you a definite idea.  I think I probably gave it away with the first hint, but we’ll keep playing because I know you’re already hooked.

Speaking of Detroit, I had written a few things during the season about the Red Wings that didn’t go over so well in Motown to say the least.

Understatement by an idiot.  You’ve guessed it now, haven’t you?

It was pretty evident by the fire spewing from Babcock’s eyes that he was pretty serious. I didn’t even have room to take a step backwards with my back already up against a cement wall. My first thought was, is this raging maniac going to take a swing? Would it actually come to the point of fight or flight?

That’s just sad.  I’m literally sad.  Not only an idiot who writes fiction basically because the website where the post resides is based completely on BS, but a frightened idiot at that. 

All I could think about at the time was how would this guy be able to focus on leading his club through the season and the playoffs? I mean, if he was getting this upset because of a few things I had written, how would he respond when the adversity increases later in the season?

Oh dear.  Oh for the grace of sweet baby Jesus…how in the world would Mike Babcock ever recover from the investigative prose of this yet-to-be-identified mystery literary genius?

Who knows maybe next time we see each other we can shake hands and have a normal conversation as opposed to him trying to intimidate me outside of his dressing room.

Let’s see…you write the biggest piece of crap, unfounded and unattributed, we’ve seen in three years and you’re surprised Babcock tried to “intimidate” you?  Are the lights still on in your bedroom? Have your PJ’s dried yet? 

Hopefully this can help add some closure for some Detroit super fans that refuse to let my previous stories die.

Hmmm…it’s a novel thought.  Letting “the implosion” die.  Let me consider that for a short moment.

Nope…you made your bed Strickland.  You made that crap up.  We called you on it, and it’s not going away anytime soon.  Frankly, you’re a punchline now and a good one.  And anyone who reads A2Y knows I’ll use a good punchline over and over again until it’s beaten to a pulp.  And in your case, I’ll use it a few more times after that. 

Nice try though. 

Well, how’d you do?  That wasn’t so hard was it?  Naming that idiot should have been as easy as making up a rumor about the team that kicked the Blues’ asses consistently for a decade before they decided not to make the playoffs anymore.

For those of you interested in reading the entire post…if you can’t find it on your own, .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) and I’ll forward you the URL.  I’m not pointing to that cesspool from here.

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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