Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 01/24/12 at 09:29 AM ET
I really don’t know why I even bother to waste energy on this report for tonight’s opponent, the Detroit Red Wings. Nothing ever changes with these guys . . . they don’t fight, even when they really should, and while you can sugarcoat it with as hard a candy shell as you can find, it reeks of a team that chooses not only to not be physical, but not to stand up for themselves either.
Well? Did that turn out ok for you? Was this fun?
No? Well, how about this?
Here’s the thing, Blues fans..that was nothing. That was the norm for us, and it was the norm for you. Different year but the same damn story: Blues are rugged. Wings are soft. Blues grind it out, forecheck, make you “pay to keep the puck”. Wings are too old, too brittle. No offense for the Blues. But soooo gritty. Yeah, ok. 21 shots on the best goalie in hockey and plenty of grit will get you a whole lot of nothing.
How is it that St. Louis can go through coach after coach, yearly roster turnover and multiple GM changes..but still make the same tragic mistakes against the one team they want to beat the worst?
“They took their game to another level and we didn’t keep up to it,’’ Blues forward Jamie Langenbrunner said. “We were reacting instead of initiating, and we started to take retaliatory penalties. You give them opportunities on the power play and it’s going to cost you.”
It’s almost understandable. But not really. The Blues felt that they might be able to take some liberties with the Wings because the PP’s been so very bad lately. So Hitch let loose the dogs of dumb. And oh my god did they pay. The funny thing, though, is that the tempers only really flared when they realized something strange was going on.
“The bottom line is it appeared to me that they felt they could be physical,” Red Wings coach Mike Babcock said. “I thought we were physical right back.”
See? Stu with a blast then a potful of stupid Stew with 17 minutes of dumbassery. Immediate result? PP goal. Why? Because it’s the stupid Blues and they have no luck. None. Just when they think they’ve reached the golden equality they so starve for? They get the belt from big brother. And then they lose their minds. Completely. And they always have. Dumbest team in hockey. Dumbest fan base in hockey. A joke on two fronts. Right, Moose?
“I don’t know if (the Blues) can tell the difference between a good hit and a bad hit.”
Franzen there. He’s laughing at you, St. Louis. Why? Because you don’t scare him. Your record is nice but the Wings know precisely how to beat you. Precisely. Hold on. Wait for it. Absorb it. Take the power play and shove it up their ass. Or, even better? Initiate. Seek out somebody like Alex Pietrangelo and blast him into next week, then wait for the retaliation from a dumb team. Wait for it because they’ve been doing it for twenty years. And the Wings have been making them pay for twenty years. How’s that knee, Pronger? Stevie treat you right big fella? Got the angle all wrong didn’t you Sasquatch? The Blues don’t learn. They never have. And it feeds right into a smart coach’s game plan.
As Helm arrived on the bench, helmetless and evidently a bit roughed up, he got a fist bump from Johan Franzen, and two pats on the chest from Babcock, who purposefully made his way down the bench to express his appreciation.
And, 32 seconds later, the Wings had their second power-play goal of the game, and a win about as important as any that will come in January.
We’re all laughing, because Wing fans know what we’ve known for years. Detroit’s got the talent advantage, the smarts advantage by a mile, and…woops…it’s looking like the artsy Euros are just a tad bit tougher too, eh? Initiation is what that’s all about.
And the biggest advantage the Wings have over the Bitter Bitch Bruised Babyshit Blues? James F. Tiberius Howard.
How good is he? Well, let’s bring in an expert, shall we?
And that’s why they’re chanting “Jim-my Ho-ward!” in Detroit. Well, that and 30 wins with a 1.95 goals against average.
Speaking of which: Howard has 30 wins in 41 starts. The Red Wings have 33 games left. The NHL record for wins in a season is Martin Brodeur’s, with 48 in 2006-07. Hmmm …
Great call Greg and what a fantastic achievement. I wonder, if Howard reaches such lustrous heights, whether he’d be considered a “top 5 goalie” according to Yahoo? Because, you know, we remember when he wasn’t.
But today the talk isn’t going to be about the saves or the shutouts, the GAA. No. Today’s all about the Swagger and the fact that James Fuchin’ Howard, when pressed, has no intention of maintaining anything other than the very strongest of pimp hands.
“I’m not going to be one of these guys they can just run over or anything like that. If I think it’s a cheap shot, then I’m going to let you know.”
There is no goalie you’d trade for in hockey. None. And the anti-Wing contingent can compile their stupid lists, massage the stats to their own agendas, create all star ballots that include FIFTEEN other goaltenders. But nobody’s playing better and, holy shit, do Wing fans dig this kid.
Blues fans talk about “renewing a rivalry.” Nope. Not without a playoff series. And, to tell you the truth I don’t think they have the offense or the brains to even guarantee an 8 seed come April. But if they do? Bring it. There is nothing to fear from that team. Nothing.
Tough guys who shrink like a chilled nut sack at the first sign of pushback. Same old Blues, same old dumbasses. Same old result.
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