Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 06/11/09 at 09:45 PM ET
24 hours until the wait ends.
24 hours until the real pain begins.
In 24 hours every shift is going to be a sharp breath you feel in places you don’t talk about at parties with people who don’t know hockey. You’ll only exhale when the Wings clear the zone or when Lidstrom has the puck. And yes, for more than a decade the puck on The Swede’s stick has been the universal “breathe” signal for Detroit fans.
In 24 hours helplessness will overwhelm you. It will carry you to a breaking point you didn’t know you had. You’ll be on the verge of something you want so badly but have zero control over whether it happens.
And so for the next 24 hours the anguish is going to betray you. Have a real productive day at work tomorrow. Go ahead. Let me know how that goes for you. Kiss the wife goodbye, or just put your lips on the nightstand and whisper to it. Whisper nice things to it, make promises and declarations. It makes no difference. You won’t remember a word you said anyway and if he or she tries to tell you later that you were literally kissing and speaking to a table you thought was your spouse? They’re lying. Lying liars.
For some of you tomorrow is the last day of school for a child of yours. That’s so very nice. A monumental day. Enjoy that. Seriously. Take it all in. Let me know how much you remember and let me know how your child reacted when she said, “Daddy, I’m a second grader…” and you said, “Get to the slot Mule.” Nice job Dad.
Do this. Start an argument with your significant other in the morning. Do it. Get it over with. Start it and don’t back down. Make your point, then make it again. When they say something like, “I can’t fu**ing WAIT for hockey to be over,” you say, “don’t ever, EVER, say that to me again.” For the win right there bitches. For. The. Win.
Your day is going to suck tomorrow. Let’s not kid ourselves. Stress will envelop you. You think it has already. But you’re wrong. None of us know what this is going to be like. None of us are responsible for our actions. You’ve got a waiver. I grant you that.
Here’s the thing though. As bad as the next 24 hours are going to suck? And oh my god they’re going to.
It’ll all be forgotten in 27. Every bit of it will be gone.
And then the fun begins. Then we see who sticks around. Then we see who’s gonna run their mouths and who sulks off and hides in the comfort of a place where posters of Vladdie are the norm.
24 hours of absolute terror and ultimate emotional wreckage is a precursor to three hours of emotions the kind of which you’ve never known because you’ve never seen a Wing Stanley Cup Final Game 7.
27 hours of pain. Got it? Can you handle that if it means 12 months of a cocky grin back in the faces of all the new friends we’ve made the last two weeks?
I think you can. Stress out now because you have to. It’s expected and it’s inevitable. But know this: it’ll be out of our system in 27 hours. Every bit of it. Every frigging morsel.
Because there is no way this team loses in that barn to that team in that situation with a legacy on the line.
I just hope everyone, and I mean everyone, comes back to have their say when it’s all said and done.
Unless something huge happens, I’ll be busy with this thing called a job all day tomorrow before a plane gets me back to DC about one hour before 7. In other words, this may be it until the LB.
Handle the stress. Deal with it. Deal with all that comes with it. You’re going to have an entire summer and an entire season to make sure everyone else understands there’s a dynasty in Hockeytown. Understand what I just said. 19 voices count for the next 27 hours and that’s it. No others.
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