Will Andersen looked at the group of young punkass cowboy wannabes and he told them that the first day after school let out they were to report to him at 5am with a bed roll, a couple good ropes and a horse, if they had one. And then he told them to show up with gritted teeth, because that's when school really begins.
That was The Duke, by the way.
Jeff Blashill will never be mistaken for John Wayne.
But he does have a group of brash, young punkass kids with grit and potential.
We've got a long season ahead. No one, and I do mean no one, expects anything but jack squat. These Red Wings are too young, the defense is too thin, the goaltending too mediocre, the coaching too unproven, the questions too plentiful.
Thankfully we have a hall of fame GM.
Also thankfully that GM will be replaced by He Who Shall Return Home in about ten months.
Meanwhile, there is hockey to be played, cheap beer to be guzzled, blood pressure to be tempered, neighbors dogs to be kicked, fire trucks to be started, familes to be counseled. We have weeks and months and games and injuries, horrific officiating, a midget commissioner, winks from a legend, lies from the diggers, arguments amongst ourselves and all the while, a legend waiting in the Wings with a prodigy down on the farm, hopefully to appear before Thanksgiving (the American one).
We literally have no idea what to expect, other than BJs at home and that's a good way to start a month.
It's a Live Blog, bitches.
LGRW.
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