Do we really have to talk about this? Really? You wouldn't rather join me for a nice root canal? Oh, all right. Spoilsport.
Period 1
Not ten seconds after my housemate commented that the Wings looked good in the first few minutes, there was a ridiculous turnover in the neutral zone that led to such a parade of suckitude that I nearly barfed on her dog. Seriously. I'm not even kidding. We gave up so many turnovers, we should have been wearing little white chef's toques with dustings of flour on our cheeks.
And that is ALL I'm going to say about the first period. I will now begin pretending that it.
Never. Fauxing. Happened.
Period 2
Here, we saw less absolutely ridiculous, Keystone-style play, and instead got treated to the Wings of about a month ago. It wasn't so much that we played horribly as that we couldn't finish to save our bloody lives. Or my sanity. And at this point, I began to despair a little. I wasn't even sure I wanted to see the third period...
Period 3
Oh, the hell with it. I gave up about five minutes in and let the roommate turn on a Golden Girls marathon. Saw Flip's goal, so at least it wasn't a shutout, but it was as lackluster as one, so same diff.
Summary
As, the Chief would say, "vomit." Let's hope that when we get to LA, we remember what playing a hockey game is supposed to look like.
G'night, all. I should have just watched the WJC game and quit while I was ahead.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Do A Good Deed
Donate.
C'mon. You know you wanna. And it's good for the soul. Just ask Scrooge.
Seriously, if you missed the story due to life under a rock, go here. If you need the update, every donation at this point is gravy that gets funneled directly to the Children's Hospital of Michigan. What could be better than that?
C'mon. You know you wanna. And it's good for the soul. Just ask Scrooge.
Seriously, if you missed the story due to life under a rock, go here. If you need the update, every donation at this point is gravy that gets funneled directly to the Children's Hospital of Michigan. What could be better than that?
Game Day: DET @ DISNEY 1/5/10
I'm having a day so far, so this will be brief. Tonight is the second game of a five-game road trip through the west. And, you know, New York, since that's totally on the way from San Jose to Detroit. The first game (v. Phoenix) went well, but the next 3 are ones we need to go as well or better. Specifically, wins against LA on Thursday and San Jose and Saturday are key to our clawing our way up the standings and tightening our grip on a playoff spot, but to my mind, tonight's game vs. the Mighty *Ucks is equally important not because of the standings or the challenge or the points, but because I loathe and despise Anaheim and I cannot countenance ever not taking a chance to slaughter this team and then spit on its corpse.
Did I mention it's been a rough day?
Anyway, here's tonight's wish list:
Let's Go Red Wings!
Did I mention it's been a rough day?
Anyway, here's tonight's wish list:
- First and foremost, that Ville Leino get splinters in his ass riding the bench in the press box. I don't care if the seating is neither wooden, nor a bench. He deserves no less
- That Nick Lidstrom continue his offensive push from the last game and actually put something in the net that carries his name up front
- That Jimmy Howard keep doing that voodoo that he do so well
- That Helm manages to continue his new follow-through into something other than an empty net. At least once. I'd say twice, but I don't want to be greedy
- Aw, hell, I wanna see Draper do something awesome, just for old times' sake
- That Datsyuk continue to do such amazingly innovative things as shoot the damned puck and actually pot 1. No, make that 2. To hell with greedy
- That Filppula prove not all Finns are worthless (at least HE bellongs on this team) and get his first goal since his return. Actually, his first since October, I think. That would rock the Casbah, baby
- That Abby make not just hits but a Kronwallian hit. I long for some open ice devastation, and while it's a bit much to ask of the new kid, I don't know if I can wait til Kronner is both back AND back up to full speed/strength
- Final score? DET 5 - DISNEY 2
Let's Go Red Wings!
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Season for Tomorrow?
Kris at Snipe, Snipe, Dangle, Dangle put up an awesome post yesterday (okay, several awesome posts, but I'm specifically talking about one of them) about the Wings' season so far and how it measures against fan expectations, and asked some amazing questions that really got me thinking. How should we feel about this season so far? Disappointed? Pleasantly surprised? Homicidal? Suicidal? Or should our brains have long since exploded in frustration?
Of course, the only reason for having this conversation is the injury bug. Without it, this season would have seen an entirely (or near enough to excuse the expression) different roster on the ice. I don't think many people would argue that with the roster we were all expecting, we wouldn't be clinging to the 9th position in the West by the skin of our toenails. We'd be looking back at the rest of the conference over our shoulders, that comfortable old smile of smug superiority plastered on our faces.
But here's my argument du jour: we still are superior. Let's examine the evidence, shall we?
We've spent the bulk of this season so far skating our frickin' farm team against the best teams in the NHL and we're one spot out of the playoffs. ONE SPOT. Take a moment to ponder that. I'll wait.
*crickets chirping*
I know it's been said before, but for God's sake, where would any other NHL team in our situation be at this point? The answer: Cellar city, sweetheart. Most teams would have thrown up their hands, written it off, and be waiting for next year. We're not even waiting for the next period. We're out there every night battling in the playoffs 4 months before the playoffs are ready to start (thanks, Chief, for pointing this out). Has it been pretty? Hell, no. But pretty can go faux itself. We're the girl with the "great personality" right now--not the belle of the ball, but damned if we won't entertain you better than a supermodel if you let us get a word in edgewise. And we're damned good in bed, too.
But to my mind, this here is the real kicker: We're skipping about 17 steps in preparing the next generation of Wings to kick ass and take names.
The Wings are never the young whippersnappers of the NHL. We prize experience and skill over youth and enthusiasm. Now I'm sure as heck not going to argue with that system, but it does tend to leave us icing more players who are closer to retirement than most other teams, so we take the risk of having more players retire at the end of any one season and leaving us with big holes to fill.
For most other teams, an exodus of experienced players brings about that dread creature, the "rebuilding year." I'd like to argue that this year is as close to a rebuilding year as the Red Wings are likely to get in a while, and we owe that to the injury bug. Instead of having this season in 5 years with a bunch of inexperienced players trying to pick up the slack left by retired stars, in 5 years, we'll have a squad packed with guys in their prime who've already paid the dues, learned the ropes, and can step right up into greatness. I call that a win. we might not like having to develop our players this fast, but I'll be damned if we're not going to benefit from it in the long run.
So how bout them apples?
Of course, the only reason for having this conversation is the injury bug. Without it, this season would have seen an entirely (or near enough to excuse the expression) different roster on the ice. I don't think many people would argue that with the roster we were all expecting, we wouldn't be clinging to the 9th position in the West by the skin of our toenails. We'd be looking back at the rest of the conference over our shoulders, that comfortable old smile of smug superiority plastered on our faces.
But here's my argument du jour: we still are superior. Let's examine the evidence, shall we?
We've spent the bulk of this season so far skating our frickin' farm team against the best teams in the NHL and we're one spot out of the playoffs. ONE SPOT. Take a moment to ponder that. I'll wait.
*crickets chirping*
I know it's been said before, but for God's sake, where would any other NHL team in our situation be at this point? The answer: Cellar city, sweetheart. Most teams would have thrown up their hands, written it off, and be waiting for next year. We're not even waiting for the next period. We're out there every night battling in the playoffs 4 months before the playoffs are ready to start (thanks, Chief, for pointing this out). Has it been pretty? Hell, no. But pretty can go faux itself. We're the girl with the "great personality" right now--not the belle of the ball, but damned if we won't entertain you better than a supermodel if you let us get a word in edgewise. And we're damned good in bed, too.
But to my mind, this here is the real kicker: We're skipping about 17 steps in preparing the next generation of Wings to kick ass and take names.
The Wings are never the young whippersnappers of the NHL. We prize experience and skill over youth and enthusiasm. Now I'm sure as heck not going to argue with that system, but it does tend to leave us icing more players who are closer to retirement than most other teams, so we take the risk of having more players retire at the end of any one season and leaving us with big holes to fill.
For most other teams, an exodus of experienced players brings about that dread creature, the "rebuilding year." I'd like to argue that this year is as close to a rebuilding year as the Red Wings are likely to get in a while, and we owe that to the injury bug. Instead of having this season in 5 years with a bunch of inexperienced players trying to pick up the slack left by retired stars, in 5 years, we'll have a squad packed with guys in their prime who've already paid the dues, learned the ropes, and can step right up into greatness. I call that a win. we might not like having to develop our players this fast, but I'll be damned if we're not going to benefit from it in the long run.
So how bout them apples?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Game Recap: DET 4 - PHX 1
It's amazing how short and sweet a recap can be when the Wings don't give me a lot to bitch about. This was a good, solid effort that warmed the cockles of my Detroit loving heart. Did I get everything on my wish list? No, but I got the final score, and frankly, I'll take that baby and run. Gladly.
Period 1
Well, the less said about the very beginning of this period, the better. Number one, because the first ten minutes made us look like a bunch of 90-year-old men skating our way through a bad bursitis flare; and number two, because if it weren't for Jimmah, we'd have been down 3-0 before anyone on the team managed to straighten their joints into an upright position. Thankfully, things started to pick up in time for the 2nd powerplay, leading to Homer's goal on the tip off Lidstrom's shot right after the PP clock wound down. The last 5 minutes did end up being quite awesome.
Period 2
Better effort, but what was with those calls? I swear to God the refs were just making shit up there. Once again, the Draper-Helm-Eaves line made me resent the fact that none of them has the hands to be a 1st liner, because if they did, we'd be the frickin' ugly, nuclear-powered juggernaut of the NHL.
Other than Line 3, my POTG so far? Totally Nick Lidstrom. True, Homer got credit for 2 goals, but The Perfect Human was making shit happen out there, which to me is more important than the goals going under his name.
Period 3
Nice consistent effort again, which I like to see. I have to say I still haven't noticed Leino much tonight, but I'm seeing Nick Lidstrom a lot, and that can make up for almost anything. Homer has also looked awesome, and Datsyuk is totally waking up. Finally. Loved his goal. Of course, it's hard not to love a Datsyuk goal.
Come to think of it, it's hard not to love ANY goal this season.
And another Helmer empty-netter. Oh, yes, tonight, life is sweet.
Summary
Okay, apparently I have to choose between slow starts, 60 randomly inconsistent minutes, and quitting before the clock runs out. If tonight is a prime example of slow starts, I'll take it. The first 10 minutes were ugly, but once the Wings settled into it, it turned into a good 50-minute session of hustle and flow. Minus the prostitution part.
Jimmy was awesome, once again. I think the debate over "is he the starter" is moot, at this point. As long as he keeps starting, that makes him the de facto starter, doesn't it? And as long as he keeps playing like this, I'm happy to have him keep starting, stopping, and doing everything else in between.
All in all, tonight made me happy and kicked the new year off to a great start. Let's hope we can keep it up and claw our way back up the standings. I see no reason why we shouldn't. And once we get out injuries back on the ice, I see no reason why the rest of the league shouldn't quake with fear at the very mention of our name. After all, that which hasn't killed us has made us stronger. And faster. And hungrier. And I, for one, can't wait to gnaw on the bones of our enemies.*
*Wow, maybe I should talk to my doctor about some Xanax, or something. Haldol, maybe?
Period 1
Well, the less said about the very beginning of this period, the better. Number one, because the first ten minutes made us look like a bunch of 90-year-old men skating our way through a bad bursitis flare; and number two, because if it weren't for Jimmah, we'd have been down 3-0 before anyone on the team managed to straighten their joints into an upright position. Thankfully, things started to pick up in time for the 2nd powerplay, leading to Homer's goal on the tip off Lidstrom's shot right after the PP clock wound down. The last 5 minutes did end up being quite awesome.
Period 2
Better effort, but what was with those calls? I swear to God the refs were just making shit up there. Once again, the Draper-Helm-Eaves line made me resent the fact that none of them has the hands to be a 1st liner, because if they did, we'd be the frickin' ugly, nuclear-powered juggernaut of the NHL.
Other than Line 3, my POTG so far? Totally Nick Lidstrom. True, Homer got credit for 2 goals, but The Perfect Human was making shit happen out there, which to me is more important than the goals going under his name.
Period 3
Nice consistent effort again, which I like to see. I have to say I still haven't noticed Leino much tonight, but I'm seeing Nick Lidstrom a lot, and that can make up for almost anything. Homer has also looked awesome, and Datsyuk is totally waking up. Finally. Loved his goal. Of course, it's hard not to love a Datsyuk goal.
Come to think of it, it's hard not to love ANY goal this season.
And another Helmer empty-netter. Oh, yes, tonight, life is sweet.
Summary
Okay, apparently I have to choose between slow starts, 60 randomly inconsistent minutes, and quitting before the clock runs out. If tonight is a prime example of slow starts, I'll take it. The first 10 minutes were ugly, but once the Wings settled into it, it turned into a good 50-minute session of hustle and flow. Minus the prostitution part.
Jimmy was awesome, once again. I think the debate over "is he the starter" is moot, at this point. As long as he keeps starting, that makes him the de facto starter, doesn't it? And as long as he keeps playing like this, I'm happy to have him keep starting, stopping, and doing everything else in between.
All in all, tonight made me happy and kicked the new year off to a great start. Let's hope we can keep it up and claw our way back up the standings. I see no reason why we shouldn't. And once we get out injuries back on the ice, I see no reason why the rest of the league shouldn't quake with fear at the very mention of our name. After all, that which hasn't killed us has made us stronger. And faster. And hungrier. And I, for one, can't wait to gnaw on the bones of our enemies.*
*Wow, maybe I should talk to my doctor about some Xanax, or something. Haldol, maybe?
Game Day: DET @ PHX 1/2/10
Finally, I'm back home and ready to roll. Or skate. Or really, just watch skating. It's been so long since I was able to watch a game live, I feel like it's September all over again. Which, when I think about the first half of this season, might not be a bad thing. It's the first game of 2010, and I'd be perfectly happy pretending that the ones that happened before this point actually, you know, didn't.
Still, I wasn't born to be a hater (in spite of all evidence to the contrary) so I'm planning to move forward toward the end of the season in the spirit of optimism. Beginning with my thoughts on the upcoming game. Plenty of other blogs do fabulous previews, so I'm just going to do a wish list.
Here are the things I want for tonight's game:
Go Wings.
Still, I wasn't born to be a hater (in spite of all evidence to the contrary) so I'm planning to move forward toward the end of the season in the spirit of optimism. Beginning with my thoughts on the upcoming game. Plenty of other blogs do fabulous previews, so I'm just going to do a wish list.
Here are the things I want for tonight's game:
- More righteous follow-through from Helm. I'm going to exercise my optimism by predicting that Thursday night marked the turning point for the Nightmare's breakaways and that from now on those shots get buried. Beginning with at least 1 point tonight
- Ville Leino should become Bertuzzi to my Petrella and ramp up his play for at least 80% decent, two-way play and end in 1 goal and 1 assist
- Datsyuk should show us all that he was just playing with us for the last 3 months and dangle himself silly to the tune of 1 spectacular goal
- Bertuzzi should make at least one truly awesome offensive play, turn to the camera, and blow a wet sloppy kiss to TPL
- Abby should hit someone hard enough to inspire at least one use of the phrase "Kronwall-lite"
- Homer should remember that he's supposed to draw penalties, not take them, and that if he stays out of the box, he'll have the opportunity to tip in those goals that made him famous
- Miller should show why he's on the 2nd line and Leino is on the 4th without resorting to the rude faces and finger gestures I personally would choose to use. He should also demonstrate to the 2nd line that whole "somebody's got to shoot the puck" thing that Uncle Mike keeps harping on. Result? Goal. And joy in my heart.
- Jimmah should demonstrate to Ozzie (who I really do adore and hate to see suck) why #30's not going to get those starts he says he needs to get him into the groove until he takes one of the opportunities he's given and forces Babs to give him another one. Which means Jimmah should keep Phoenix to 1.
- Final score? DET 4 - PHX 1
Go Wings.
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