Abel to Yzerman
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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.
Yes. The Wing/Lightning (tilt, matchup) game (scrum, bonanza, faceoff, match, tete a tete) tonite is on HDNet. Damn, now that’s some good news. I can’t imagine being able to watch Derek Meetch on a wing in anything other than high definition. And of course you know why Uncle Mike’s considering putting Meech on the wing, because Kris Draper’s out with a knee. And Kirk Maltby’ s most likely out with a shoulder. And Matt Ellis is out with, yeah, a head.
Here’s my stance on Wing injuries: anyone but Zetterberg and Lidstrom. I, like you, lull myself into some idiotic rationalization regarding ailments. “As long as it’s not…”, or an even better one, “good thing he got hurt in November and not March.” I want to punch myself in the temple every time I catch myself thinking that, as if an injury in the first quarter of the season fulfills a quota that would prevent bad things in April. Godddd…idiot.
Oh…you’re above that? Okaayyyy. Lying liar.
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.
Updated 1807 EST: Pete over at Yzerman is God has just posted a very nice take on the Sopel scenario. Check it out here.
He has offensive potential? At least Kronwall and Lebda are young for all we hear that phrase. And he doesn’t look like a defensive stud either. You replace him with Lilja and what do you get? No better on defense, less physicality, oh yeah, and the almighty slapper. Let’s talk about that.
Some real sound analysis of the Wing PP strategy follows that quote. Good stuff Pete.
Two days until the Wings descend on sleepy TC and the intrigue is starting to build. Two names have great potential to throw the whole damn thing into a tailspin the likes we haven’t seen since the Edmund Fitzgerald braved the Superior one fateful night in, umm, some year in the 60’s I think.
Sopel and Grigorenko. Add them to the mix and the main hatchway’s giving in brother because we’re going to have a full load of forwards and a bursting blue line.
Jeremy Bonderman’s hurt. The Lions have begun their trek to glory. Tiger Woods won again and I’m sure a redneck drove pretty fast before taking his sister out for a romantic dinner. So finding Wing news today may be tough.
But not as tough as it was a month ago. Thankfully.
It’s been nearly two years since we came up with the blog title, “Abel to Yzerman.” For most of you, the significance of that has been pretty clear. “Abel” refers to Wing legend Sid Abel. “Yzerman” is our tribute to a little-known role player who somehow eeked his way onto the Detroit roster for 23 consecutive seasons.
Why do I bring that up?
I know. This is Bubba's year. It's his division. This is finally the season he waddles to the top of it and stays there for decades, establishing the dynasty in America's Mid South that we knew was coming down the pike. It's got to be frustrating for Barry Trotz, the Nashville faithful and the 6 Pred fans outside the Nashville area. Just when the geniuses were certain the Wings were ready to fade into mediocrity, they do the unlikely. I'm not talking about winning one game, or even 8. What we may be seeing is a philosophical transformation. First, the game...more deep ruminations (sorry Bubba..."thoughts") later. Andres Lilja and Brad Norton scratched. Lilja may never see the ice again in Detroit. I'm serious. Well, not completely serious. But considering the type of defense the Wings are playing, I can't imagine Mike Babcock is too willing to make even the slightest blue line change unless he has to (which he might...see below).