Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 03/31/13 at 10:08 AM ET
This is classic Holland. He should patent this line.
"I'm OK where we're at," Holland said.
He said that to Helene St. James some time in the last 30 hours, via text, Facebook message or in person over Tabs. I just don't know. But, remember, it's not just Holland making the big decisions that a real-life GM is, you know, paid to make. Oh no. Don't forget. There's a committee to take the fall should the Wings do, I don't know...absolutely nothing at the deadline.
...like always, general manager Ken Holland will work the phones. He'll have his front-office staff assembled at Joe Louis Arena, ready to run any potential moves by trusted associates.
I've never seen anything like that. This consistent reminder that it's not just Holland making the calls. We've got it. We know. Holland, and Nill, and the Capologist, Draper and Chelios. Kirk Maltby's analyzing spreadsheets, breaking down the numbers, giving Tick Tock subtle head shakes. Holland's taking it all in, ruminating, a phone in each ear, a hotline to Mr. I, Babcock peeking in, everyone weighing the options, boy. A beehive of hockey activity. Discussing, collaborating, dialing.
And doing a whole lot of jack shit.
But that's ok, because...and don't you think for one second she wouldn't write this if Holland didn't tell her to...St. James says the Wings don't have a shot anyway.
The Wings aren't elite, not like the Penguins, Blackhawks or Los Angeles Kings. But they are a good team with a lot of young players who bode well for future success. But this isn't a year to sell the farm for a shot at the Cup.
"We're trying to make the playoffs but at the same time rebuild the team," Holland said. "I like our depth up front. We're set in goal. We're younger on defense. We have to be patient."
Just for the record, LA's elite. She said it, and so...apparently indirectly...did Holland.
Really? Look at both rosters and even take into account LA's one month record of success, and tell me they're "elite"? Ok. If they are? So is Detroit.
These are the Detroit motherfuching Red Wings. Just the name is elite. Just the way it rolls off your tongue. The scent is elite. The colors are elite. The history is elite.
If there isn't a deal to be made? Got it. We're used to that, believe me.
But don't tell me that with Datsyuk, Zetterberg, Kronwall, Howard, even Franzen and Filppula...don't tell me that there is no chance at a deep run. Don't you dare use that as an excuse not to do anything on Wednesday or before.
This is a live blog, yes. Yes it is, bitches. But it's a mandate at the same time. I'll be flying cross-country and missing everything. The Wings. UM. Easter treats. That's probably why I'm testy.
Beat the Hawks, Wings. Do it and remind Tick Tock what elite means.
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