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Looking through the comments of this post today, a few jumped out at me.

First, Captain Dennis Polonich’s high-speed graph showing his work productivity during the playoffs:

G _*
O __*
O ___*
D ____*
B ________*
A __________*
D ____________*

That, my friends, is the kind of technical brilliance that has made A2Y what it is today.

Next, AndrewfromwhereverthehellheisnowandformerlyofAnnArbor,

I feel, like everyone else, severely drained after that loss, and was just trying to get some time and space between myself and the playoffs, try to get things back into perspective…you know.  This is a *#$%@&-up time of year.

Understand.  Here’s what I haven’t read the last two days:  anything hockey related other than the comments on this blog.  I haven’t looked at the Deep Diggers, the MSM, any other blog.  No hockey. None.  I tried to look at Snapshots this morning, but George had some long frigging list of media and just the titles literally turned my stomach.

I have no idea if anyone’s hurt, how anyone reacted to 34.7 or whether Gonchar and The Warrior (Malone) are fit enough to play.  I don’t know what they’re saying at Pens Blog but I can guarantee you I won’t look until after tonite.  And STWLT?  I won’t be looking tomorrow either. 

If the game had been last night, I may not have watched it.  That’s how affected I was.  I’m taking this one hard.  Real hard. 

Now, does that mean I don’t have confidence that the Wings will take the Cup tonite?  I do.  I actually believe they will, when I allow myself to think logically instead of emotionally.  But that is so rare.  It’s happened so little since 5.  I can’t stop thinking of Osgood’s skate and that little opening.  I’ve got one of the greatest hockey games ever played on my DVR right now, but I may never watch it.  Even if the Wings win, I don’t know that I can ever look at Game 5.

I honestly said to myself yesterday morning that if the Wings don’t win the Cup, I’ll swear off hockey for a year.  I don’t know that I could handle the kind of disappointment that goes with it.  I imagined watching a game against, for instance, Anaheim in December, a Wing win.  Close game.  OT probably.  Feeling that initial rush of excitement, then immediately thinking: “It doesn’t matter how well they play now because May is going to suck just as hard as June did last year.”

I don’t even know where I’m going with this post. I truely have no idea.  No one but us knows what it’s like to be 34.7 seconds (and I frankly don’t give a shit if it was 34.3, it’s 34.7 to me so 34.7 it will stay) away only to lose it. 

I’m gonna watch Game 6 and we’re gonna live blog that bitch.  Gordon Lightfoot’s making a return appearance and I think good things will happen.  I believe it could be an evening of fire trucks and puppies, sunshine and hookers.  All the good things in life.

But I’ll tell you this.  I’m not looking forward to it.  Not one bit.  I know I have to watch it and I will.  But it’s gonna suck right up until the end.

Unless the Wings blow them out.  Sweet Little Adorable Baby Jesus, please make it so.


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Welcome to Abel to Yzerman, a Red Wing blog since 1977.  No other site on the internet has better-researched, fact-laden and better prepared discussions than A2Y.  Re-phrase: we do little research, find facts and stats highly overrated and claim little to no preparation.  There are 19 readers of A2Y. No more, no less. All of them, except maybe one, are juvenile in nature.  Reminding them of that in the comment section will only encourage them to prove that. Your suggestions and critiques are welcome: wphoulihan@gmail.com