Little Ceasers Arena has not been filled much this year.

But if the fights keep coming, it may be. And if the fights accompany more wins, it definitely will be.

But the wins won't come if your scorers are breaking hands or serving suspensions.

Jeff Blashill promised us we'd see "60 minutes of Hell." We scoffed when our little kids started 0 and one million. We forgot about it for a month or so. And now we've been reminded, as we've watched this team take on a tone of toughness.
Middle ground, young Jeffrey. Middle ground, please.

And in come the Lightning. The real, recent, relevant rival.

In come the Lightning, the team Steve Yzerman used as a stepping stone to professionally prepare himself to manage the Wings, the job he has now.

As stated a week ago, this Wing team is one of streaks. Young men do that. They find something they like and they keep doing it until they get tired or go blind, then they're not allowed to do that anymore until they start it up again. Streaky. Our Wings are young and they are streaky. One loss turns into three too quickly. Tonight would be a good night to stop the current streak at one, against a team that was built to beat the Wings, by the guy who was recently and secretly hired to manage them.

But we're down two scorers and nobody named Zadina has been called up. So in comes Frk and Ehn with a dose of mean-spirited Wit on the back end.

It's a Live Blog, bitches.

LGRW.