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Last year we titled a post, “Massaging Your Groin Without Shame.” That phrase applies today. Many would say it applies every day. In fact, some would say it’s the state logo of Tennessee. Not me. I try to avoid insulting rival fan bases.
My point? Homer’s still got his eyesight and, apparently, his groin is ok too.
The ultrasound results are back and showed nothing wrong. The MRI results will be back later today.
Encouragingly, Holmstrom said that after feeling sharp pain Saturday, he felt better on Sunday and better still today.
“It feels better and better every day,” said Holmstrom. “Saturday was so bad. There was no way I could practice. I was worried.”
Holmstrom said that he hopes to be able to practice with the Red Wings, tomorrow.
Here’s what I know about chemistry. In tenth grade I failed it, and I mean miserably. The innocent young maiden sitting next to me tried to help by drawing the entire periodic table on her thigh then letting me look at it during tests (and only during tests you sick bastards), but even that didn’t work. I applaud her efforts though. Sweet girl. Grew up on a farm, then moved to the big city to try to get into acting, only to find talent alone…nevermind.
I didn’t see the hit on Kopecky, and I didn’t see Downey’s antics, and I didn’t see Rafalski’s body slam of a guy who outweighs him by thirty pounds. No, I wasn’t passed out. Damn you all for thinking that.
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Published reports (definitely a phrase that doesn’t carry the weight it used to) out of—where else?—Toronto and Edmonton mention Detroit as a strong landing spot for Mats Sundin, when the Leafs move him out of a sense of loyalty to their captain. The speculation goes like this: Leafs are out of it already. Sundin’s been a loyal soldier. Moving him to a contender is good for him, good for them, good for the world. Sally Strothers would be proud.
Ground rules. Obviously…we need some. Or at least we need a reminder of them. Let me quote from my soon-to-be-released manifesto, “The Difference Between The Diggers and the Wing Bloggers”.
“Red Wing beat writers must avoid any attempt at humor. It doesn’t suit them and it embarrasses us all. If the humor is unintentional and reflects their role as propaganda artists for the organ-I-zation, that’s fine. But an outright attempt to be funny? Absolutely prohibited.”
Someone didn’t get the advanced copy.
Stu Nahan, in the second round of the second Balboa/Creed fight, said, “...and I thought Balboa took a beating the first time these two fought but this is a butchering. That’s what it is, plain old butchering.” Rocky, of course, eventually wore the Master of Disaster down, waited until the 13th to break a few more of his ribs, then miraculously rose to his feet as the Spectrum crowd sobbed in joy. It was, as Rocky would tell you, the greatest moment of his life—with the exception of his kid being born.
Last night was, as Stu would tell you, a butchering from start to finish. Every facet. Every shift. San Jose can go 65 and 5 the rest of the way, but they’re not beating Detroit in a playoff series. Not after last May and not after last night.
Yes, we’re going to make it official. Name the Zetterberg, Datsyuk, Homer line. Send in your suggestions and we’ll vote and happiness will ensue, as usual. What do you get? Why does it always have to be about “getting something”? You get the warmth that accompanies seeing your brilliance used again and again within the cozy confines of A2Y.
So you get jack squat.
Kris Draper’s a frigging rebel. On a night when the boxscore could have made an emphatic statement, he had to go and throw a shorty in there. If not for his unassisted goal in the second the entire scoresheet would have been dominated by the to this point unnamed Zetterberg, Homer and Datsyuk line.
You can see the post below for the whining, now for the good stuff.
Jiri Hudler needed that. He needed to start with a jolt of confidence and it would appear that Uncle Mike has proven his genius once again by putting the kid in a prime spot to win the game. He set him up for success and that’s good to see.
Does the home team have a choice of shooting first or last during the shootout? Because I’d, you know, kinda rather shoot last.