Just so we are clear. Most of you guys or girls, whatever gender you are behind your computer, are talking out of both sides of your mouths.
Some of you don't think they upgraded.
Some of you say they are still young.
Some of you say the team is old.
Some of you say it's only 8 games.
While some of you say certain players have missed large chunks of the season.
It's almost as if we're... *spooky voice*
All different people with different opinions!!!!
*horror movie scream*
We get it. You've had all you can stand and you can't stand no more. But you need to stop with the incredulity that not everyone agrees with you or your histrionics. If you want to panic and rage against the machine, have at it. But some of us actually want to try to enjoy the season and see how things play out without having a massive cardiac event. To each their own, man.
I swear to god if I hear Babcock's name one more time...
The same people bitching about missing Babs are the people who bitched about us sucking last year too. Babs is not the answer. We suck right now. I personally think it will come together, but you know what? Maybe it doesn't this season. Or next. Somebody's gotta be at the bottom. We've been there before.
I'd rather suck because we have the yams to make some changes than to suck because we keep on with the same mediocrity we've had for years.
I get that instant gratification feels *amazing*, but are there people here who seriously thought this would all gel and the Wings would turn into a powerhouse after just a couple weeks?
Preseason set some of y'all up for some VERY unrealistic expectations. Relax. Drink a pop. Take a nap. Do some pilates. And give Blashill a fricking break for 5 minutes ffs. This team may not be a contender yet for a couple years, but man the future looks bright. Get off the man's yambag and step away from the ledge...
Tuesday Night, October 27th, Dana Carvey watched as the Detroit Red Wings slowly slid out of the dressing room and harshly stepped onto the ice for their pregame skate. Niklas Kronwall fired pucks at the tape dispenser while Santa Fe fans watched in envy. You could tell that the slippery referees were going to have to keep an eye on the spork, as it was going to be a fast game due to the green skating abilities of both teams. Eric Staal's dusty hair was flowing ala 90's Fedorov style, and Henrik Zetterberg's hard beard could have scared a Flying Spaghetti Monster. The Red Wings line-up was depleted due to a severe case of erectile dysfunction, while the Hurricanes were sporting a fairly bloody team full of beautiful youngsters and feathered veterans. Jeff Blashill's high school principal needed no adjusting, and Nick Kronwall's preparation was nothing short of odiferous. Instead of Jouney's "Don't Stop Believing", the music selector was going to play Too Drunk to F**ck if the Red Wings prevailed. The starting line-ups were announced, but Echolalia couldn't believe Blashill was going to start Justin Abdelkader. jimmyemeryhunter tripped Brendan Smith while number9 encouraged Henrik Zetterberg. The ref finally shaved the puck, and everyone could, at last, start calling out Drew Miller as the lemur.