What Else? Red Wings

Sorry, this is all about Red Wings and sports and hockey, so if you were looking for anything else, just skip this entry and, in fact, you might just want to skip visiting my blog until the playoffs are over because the Red Wings most likely will be a frequent topic for me!

Okay, I admit it. After those damn Nashville Predators went and scored with like 47 seconds left in the third period of Game five to tie the game, I was a little freaked. I truly believed that the hockey Gods were against us. I mean, there the Wings were having played a very solid game and having something like fifty-two shots on goal and yet..... tie game. I was already dreading going back to Nashville down a game and having to win there and then come home and finish it off in game seven. (Notice I did not say they were done..... true fans always hope, pray, believe, beg, that by some miracle their team will prevail. Besides how can any hockey God choose Nashville over the Red Wings, one of the original six? Duh!)

Then Franzen went and did a little magic (with some help from Filppula) 1:48 seconds into overtime and just like that I feel so much better. So, maybe the hockey Gods are not against us, but then why the torture? I mean anyone with half a brain can see the Red Wings are clearly the superior team, but here they are in a very close series. Just like the rest of the Western conference, I might add. I guess it all comes down to the idea (like in football) that on any given day each team has a chance to do something amazing. I mean, did anyone other then maybe the Giants, really expect them to win the Superbowl over the Patriots? I know, I am mixing my sports but it does prove my point. For me, though I like to think a team is also WORTHY of winning the whole enchilada, and frankly, the Patriots weren't. The Red Wings, however? Oh yeah, they are WORTHY.

In fact, the NHL in general has very little of the "hoopla" that the NFL and NBA have, and I for one, prefer it. You rarely here about any professional hockey player, in a brawl at some night club or arrested for some type of spousal abuse, where as, it is (sad to say) almost commonplace in other professional sports. For the most part hockey players are just regular guys skating in the most grueling playoff schedule in the history of sports, busting their butts for a chance to win Lord Stanley. I watch because it is a true team sport and while you have your individual stars, none of them can do it by themselves. I watch for the amazing break aways and short-handed goals. I watch for a goalie who stops a puck that was certain to go in the net. I watch for a tough check or a good fight and for the fact, that at the end of the series regardless of who was pummeled, fouled or beat up, all players shake hands and say "good game." Ya gotta love it; I do not know how you can't. So, ya all know where I will be on Sunday at 3:00. Watching the Red Wings finish off the series in Nashville.