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The Devil Mocks Our Every Step…But Screw Him. We’re Live Blogging Anyway.

Update: Cool.  Darren McCarty’s working the game tonite on Gary’s OLN.

When the winds of Thor blow and all appears dreary, we pull out “No Quarter” and the Live Blog turns bloody.  And that’s a fact.

Here’s a quick review of my weekend, because I know you care…

...watched Florida drive a Hummer through Ozzie’s five-hole in overtime from a bar stool on Plymouth road in Ann Arbor. Decided the time might be right to drink a little more.  Up early Saturday to the tunes of a hurricane west wind that turned out to be a hangover.  Slapped a uniform on and high-tailed it to the Big House.  Watched Tate Forcier throw up in his mouth and endured the taunts of at least thirty thousand Buckeye fans.  That irritated me.

Decided that hitting eleven or twelve tailgates would be the best way to remember the explosive days of John Cooper. It worked until I got back to the same bar stool on Plymouth road, just in time to see an FSD graphic detailing Nik Kronwall’s injury history.  I didn’t see the Laraque assault (was that too much?  Don’t worry. It’s just an act, according to a national blogger on Yahoo who thinks I should return his emails in private but I don’t see that happening now or anytime so he, and Leahy and his Two Line Pass tummy rubber can all suck it), but I saw that graphic and turned to the guy chain smoking Pall Malls next to me. Know what I said? “RSV.”  He goes, “What?” I said, “RSV bitch.  Ready. Set. Vomit.”  And we did, in unison, in harmony.  Glorious.

Spent Sunday morning at Metro because God decided fog would be best.  Flight was delayed from 0950 to 1030 to 1240 to 1355.  Finally left and when I landed Matthew Stafford had apparently channeled a certain Captain.  I saw the highlight and said to no one in particular, “That young man needs a 1 before his 9.”  Think about that.  This state would melt in adulation if that kid just said, simply…“Gimme 19.”

So that was my weekend and now I’m back in the nation’s capital.  I’ve been away and the comments on the last one are piling up so we’re starting this Mo-Faux early.

It’s a Live Blog bitches.  The Wings are in Nashville. Bubba hates our guts.  We’ve got Brad McCrimmon literally playing on the third defensive pairing and we get to witness it all on Little Gary’s closed-circuit OLN. 

And we get no frigging quarter from anyone, which is exactly how we like it.

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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