A2Y staffers have compiled the numbers. There are 919,000 moms in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. Every single one of them is sad today. I’m cool with that. Here’s something else the staffers, the underappreciated backbone of A2Y, have come up with. Ready?
Chris Osgood’s your Conn Smythe leader.
Yeah, I know. Franzen deserves consideration. But I’m looking forward and if this “concussion” is actually that, then we may be Mule-less for at least the rest of this series, no matter how long it goes.
Despite sitting the first four games of the Bubba Jr. series, Osgood’s second in wins to Fleury, only 1 behind. He leads in every other category, including one that can’t be calculated. The Wings have been a different team since he took over. They’ve won 8 straight, the most since 1952. Closing this thing out in 4 would surprise exactly no one.
And Dallas, led by mental oompa loompa Marty Turco, is emotionally on the brink of total collapse. A strong Detroit first period Monday in Dallas and this thing could be over.
While Chris Osgood is six wins away from one of the more remarkable stories in NHL history (once the future, then the past, then the backup, then the starter and now the starter once again), there can be no doubt that the squirrels running furious laps inside Turco’s head are only gaining momentum.
The Red Wings faithful serenades Marty Turco loudly and lustily – sometimes for no apparent reason.
Clearly, they revel in his failure.
It’s up to Turco to shut them up. He didn’t do it Saturday night.
Again.
And he’s not going to do it. Not in Detroit. Oh, he may win one in Dallas. Heck, firetrucks and puppies and laughing children may surround Bubba Sr.’s barn while leprechauns dance for dollars. The Stars may even win two. But Turco’s done in Detroit. He lost it well before Osgood’s alleged butt-end to Mike Ribeiro. And he seems to have forgotten everything he’s gotten away with the last two games when he opened his trap last night.
“A butt-end to someone’s face at any time is pretty gutless and not fair at all,” said Turco, who admitted he didn’t see the play. “Just sticking his knob out there, it’s a dangerous play.
“I’ve seen guys get major injuries to the face, especially when they’re not expecting it. Those knobs are dangerous, and that’s just something our game doesn’t need, if that’s what indeed happened.”
Gutless, eh? As gutless as the two assaults Turco’s levied on Darren Helm? The elbow to the throat in Game 1 and the trip in Game 2? Neither one was called of course. I’ll admit, anyone who sticks their knob anywhere without thought or protection? Not smart on many levels. Gotta be careful where you stick that knob.
And since Turco’s on his high horse, speaking for the league and the sanctity of the game, I’d suggest he watch the replays from last night and Thursday. Count the amount of times he laid the wood to Holmstrom.
A few thoughts. Losing Franzen hurts. And we have no idea when he’s coming back. You’ve read the quotes today from Babcock. He’s as surprised as anyone. When I first heard of it I was a little curious why the medical staff took so long to diagnose, or to suspect a concussion. But it turns out Franzen was playing with the headaches since early against the Dive and only said something Friday morning.
So yeah. Get ready for uncertainty, more testing, more waiting. But don’t think for a second this team is going to slow down without Johan Franzen. And don’t be fooled by the score of Game 2. Look at the intangible stats, the ones that win games. 71 percent faceoff percentage in Game 2, after we thought it couldn’t get any better after going 63% in Game 1. I think faceoffs equal grit a little. I’m just guessing. Dallas finished the regular season ranked 13th in that category, by the way. So don’t listen to any of this crap that we should be surprised by the Wings’ dominance in that area. You want to stop puck possession? Win a faceoff.
Hits? A 39-26 Detroit advantage. And the quality of the hits was high. Drake, Cleary, Kronwall, even Datsyuk and Helm. No one can doubt the physical toll the Wings are taking out on the Stars.
But they’re soft Europeans. And we’re all rednecks.
Darren Helm. It’s not even worth our time to shake our heads at the kids who continually filter through the Nill/Holland minor league/Euro machine. Helm’s looked dangerous up to last night, and you got the feeling he was ready to pop one a few times. The first goal yesterday was a perfect shot on the fly, off a perfect feed from Happy, that little gnat. Woops, guess that’s secondary scoring.
I really don’t care if Ribeiro gets suspended. Last night, when the strung out punk snapped his stick across Osgood’s chest? Yeah, I called for a suspension. Now? Let him play. Let ‘em all play and take their medicine. And it’s going to be bitter stuff too. Bitter to the tune of more dominance in every phase.
The skate is on the throat, and yeah I know that’s a tough phrase this year, but it’s true. It’s poised. One more good period. An opening twenty minutes to send Marty off the edge and the real “rednecks” home unhappy.
Eight straight playoff wins for Detroit and six more to go. Last year the door was slammed shut with six left. Anyone think that’s even remotely possible right now? We’re going to put a number up here tomorrow, the same one that stayed for a week, then for an entire summer last year. Something tells me its shelf life is going to be much, much shorter.
What a cry baby! Turco can swing the stick where ever he wants...but he can’t take the reverse! What an ASS baby. ASS!
Posted by dwingsrock on 05/11 at 04:55 PM