Reading Jeff Hancock's Morning Skate over the Winging It it Motown this morning shows you what kind of dire straights the Wings are in. I was born in 84, and wasn't really aware of hockey until I was in middle school. But I imagine the dread I'm feeling is along the same lines of the dread Wings fans felt through the "Dead Things" years. Not as intense or as bad, but along that same spectrum.
Eaves, Lidstrom, Ericsson, Kindl, Franzen, MacDonald, Helm and Howard out with injuries? That list is full of people I love and I hope to love! Our goalie situation is either a struggling back up who lost his backup job to the backup's back up, or the backup's backup's backup who has never played an NHL game. Es...no bueno. But here's to Goose getting a goal or Pearce shocking all of us with amazing goaltending.
But even still, I'm going to maintain hope as best as I can. I said it on Twitter yesterday, and I'm going to say it again here: I hope that the Wings' are so desperate about their situation that they take Manhattan like the Muppets.
|From Left to right:|
Todd Bertuzzi, Mike Babcock (with game pad),
Tomas Holmstrom (behind Babcock), Pavel Datsyuk
Jiri Hudler, Rowlf the Dog
I'm also realizing that I'm maybe the odd man out without signing out with a final cheer for my team. I shall remedy that.
Let's Go Wings