I have nothing good to report. Anaheim is the best team in hockey right now. We are the 7th best team in the Western Conference, if that. Anaheim hasn't lost at home since 1985. The Wings are in a fun little dance we like to call, "One step forward, eight steps back right into a pile of steaming dog shit."

Mike Babcock actually said...

“Bert and Helmer and Sammy (Mikael Samuelsson) have been on our roster, but I haven't seen them. It would be like a trade-deadline deal (getting one or two back). It would be unbelievable to have them.

God. Please. Just STFU.

But hey, don't worry. The trade deadline's right around the corner and the Wings are ready to stick some shishkabob spears into some burning meat just to see if it's raw or cooked and if it's cooked, well then shit let's send it down to GR to get even more cooked but if it's raw? Well hell. If it's raw, you let a good talented defenseman sign with Edmonton instead of making a big push to get him in Detroit because Kyle Quincey, for instance, is wayyyy better than, oh I don't know...Justin Schultz?

And if you don't learn your lesson from that, then you go ahead and do what the smart kids tell you is the stupidest fuching thing ever...you repeat the same mistake. What am I saying?

Don't even think about this Dekeyser kid. Thinking about it is setting yourself up and that leads to nothing but disgust because Tick Tock's trying to decide whether we can afford yet another young player who makes less than 500 thousand, eh?

What he's really trying to do, and he's said as much, is figure out whether the Wings are a playoff team. Well, are they? Huh? We'll find out soon enough. Tonite. Sunday. In Anaheim. It's not looking good. Not one bit.

Live Blog it, bitches. The ugliness is just beginning, really.