My elongated take to the Islanders loss? Nothing too outlandish, actually. Maybe the MSU win over Kansas softened the blow, but on the Wing-O-Sphere Reaction Spectrum, I think I fall somewhere between the calm, rational words of Matt at On The Wings and the worrisome, apocalyptic, "I'm about to bite the head off of a live puppy and spit the blood at a crowd of kindergartners" tone of the Chief at Able to Yzerman. (So like, if OTW and A2Y met in a bar, watched a Wings game, got impossibly hammered and made a blog lovechild, you'd have The Triple Deke. Makes perfect sense.)
While I have close to nothing to relate to when it comes to professional athletes, I can't help but imagine myself with a mindset of anything other than "there is no fucking way we are losing to the Islanders at home." The Islanders have almost half as many points as the Wings do. Half. If you just go by the points, the Wings are literally almost twice as good as them, and they play in the same league. And they got shutout by them, on their home ice.
But these games just don't mean that much. We're all sick of this dragging regular season. What have we been trying to rev ourselves up for the last two months? The fucking President's Trophy. If the Wings don't give enough of a shit to go out and grab home ice, then I'm not going to lose my head over it. Quite frankly the way they play at home sometimes scares the piss out of me.
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I don't want to talk about Nashville. I know, weird concept for a hockey blog -- "don't talk about hockey teams" -- but there's other stuff going on today. State plays at 2:20. Given certain outcomes of this game, bad or good, who knows if I'll even be in any shape to watch the Wings game afterward. It's hard to predict such things.
In my time at MSU, I've selfishly hoped that they would make a Final Four while I'm still a student here. I want to see the campus-wide joy that is sure to consume every one of the 55,000 people between Hagadorn and Harrison. My dad went to the MSU/Indiana St. final in 1979 (the Bird/Magic game) ... I'd like to at least be able to tell my kids that I tipped over a car or something after we beat Louisville en route to a Final Four in Detroit. Oh, and I'd tell them that I once wrote about two blogs procreating to make another blog. Why are you still reading this.
While I have close to nothing to relate to when it comes to professional athletes, I can't help but imagine myself with a mindset of anything other than "there is no fucking way we are losing to the Islanders at home." The Islanders have almost half as many points as the Wings do. Half. If you just go by the points, the Wings are literally almost twice as good as them, and they play in the same league. And they got shutout by them, on their home ice.
But these games just don't mean that much. We're all sick of this dragging regular season. What have we been trying to rev ourselves up for the last two months? The fucking President's Trophy. If the Wings don't give enough of a shit to go out and grab home ice, then I'm not going to lose my head over it. Quite frankly the way they play at home sometimes scares the piss out of me.
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I don't want to talk about Nashville. I know, weird concept for a hockey blog -- "don't talk about hockey teams" -- but there's other stuff going on today. State plays at 2:20. Given certain outcomes of this game, bad or good, who knows if I'll even be in any shape to watch the Wings game afterward. It's hard to predict such things.
In my time at MSU, I've selfishly hoped that they would make a Final Four while I'm still a student here. I want to see the campus-wide joy that is sure to consume every one of the 55,000 people between Hagadorn and Harrison. My dad went to the MSU/Indiana St. final in 1979 (the Bird/Magic game) ... I'd like to at least be able to tell my kids that I tipped over a car or something after we beat Louisville en route to a Final Four in Detroit. Oh, and I'd tell them that I once wrote about two blogs procreating to make another blog. Why are you still reading this.
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