I’m not telling you to relinquish your window spots. Oh no. Keep the stub. Leave your empty Tab can in the cup holder, your leather Fonzie jacket in the seat. The Stress Train is packed and by no means am I endorsing an exodus. We have every right to be fetal today, and every day through the playoffs. You see...this streak will end, the world will right itself and the Wings will win consistently again.
But...the memory of this will always be right...there. But, just for a few minutes, let’s focus on something else other than even strength ineptitude, overplaying Nick Lidstrom and still losing, the fact that our present best goalie has like 600 fewer wins than the other two.
We’ll get to all that later today. Now?
Let’s talk “transplants”. I’m one. A Wing fan who moved away from Michigan but inexplicably maintained my loyalty to our Michigan sports teams. As you’ll see, there are a few people who don’t like that, who believe that the minute you establish roots in another state, you’re somehow supposed to shift allegiances. I’ve heard it for twenty years.
The day Chris Webber called a timeout he didn’t have? I was in the Aleutian Islands and got a phone call ten seconds after Carolina won that game, asking if I’d watched the game, if I enjoyed the outcome. Michigan lost to Notre Dame...I think it was ‘97 or ‘98. Some class act taped the Baltimore Sun sports page to my windshield. Wings lose to LA, Anaheim, Calgary, Edmonton, Anaheim, Jersey, Colorado...each time the ass hats came out of the woodwork to rub it in. Immediately after losses, those are the days you wish you were back in Michigan. At least there you know your neighbors are getting kicked in the same place you are.
The hazards of being a transplant. Oh, and you’re supposed to stay away if the Wings visit the city in which you live. Or, if you attend, you’re supposed to sit on your hands and keep respectfully silent. You’re certainly not supposed to go into the DC Metro station in ‘98 and wave your Wing flag after Game 3 of the SCF. Well...that’s just common sense, a lesson I learned the hard way.
In Raleigh the anger lamp is lit forty eight hours before a Wing game. The teeth start gnashing, the locals fire up the torches in anticipation. In Phoenix, they raise ticket prices because the club knows Wing fans will pay whatever it takes. And in Dallas and Denver? Well...here we go. I’ve read two separate articles the last three days that prompted this post. First, let’s start with Dive apologist, the sobbing Teri Frei. I’m going to give you a few bits of this swill, but you have to read the whole thing to fully understand that it’s directed at one fan base and one fan base only. Frei may be writing for ESPN with this one, but let’s not forget where he’s from and where his loyalties lie. Denver and Denver.
I’m talking about the fans who have moved to another market, often out of choice, and take great pleasure in flaunting their retained athletic loyalties to advertise that they’re citizens only on the driver’s licenses.
Teri’s going to whine a little bit. Actually, he’s going to whine a whole lot. You see, he doesn’t like it when Wing fans show up at Bourque’s Place and have the audacity to raise their voices. He doesn’t like it that his 8th place Dive team is actually reminded, in Denver of all places, that the Wings have continued to succeed since 2002 while the Dive have slipped into mediocrity. But, Teri’s smart. He’s not going to come right out and identify Wing fans as the cause of his tears. It’s “transplants in general.”
Yeah, sometimes—sometimes, not always—the relocated fans of the “other” team might deserve it. When they cross the line to obnoxiousness. When they act as if they believe anyone who actually has deep-rooted affection for the area just fell off the turnip truck. When they act as if their new area’s history didn’t begin until they did the area the favor of moving there.
Can’t you just see Teri sniveling his way through that while Adrian Dater and Woody Paige cuddle nearby? Like I said, read the whole thing. Leave now if you have to and come back because we’re gonna move on to Dallas in a minute. Here’s the question, before we head down to Hockeytown Southwest: how, exactly, are Wing fans supposed to act, those of us who have moved from Michigan? Are we supposed to stash our Wing jerseys when we visit your arenas? Are we supposed to pipe down out of respect for rival fans? If that’s written somewhere, please let me know. Let me see it in Gary’s constitution.
Some “fans” seem to think so. There’s a blogger from Carolina that I respect. But, man, mention the Wings and...venom. Oh, she’ll claim it’s a lifelong history of hating all things Detroit. That’s cool. I’ve despised Columbus since I was three, so it’s understandable. It’s regional and I respect the OSU fans who hate me back. I guess it makes sense that a Raleigh resident would naturally hate her brothers and sisters from the next state over...Michigan. I’m sure that dislike was firmly entrenched before ‘02. I’m positive that’s the case.
On to Dallas and Mike Heika’s blog from yesterday.
OK, I’m sure this will take some time to answer, because you’re all at the game, but who are the Red Wings fans and how do they get such good tickets?
Are they Stars season ticket holders or do they just find good seats online or from ticket brokers? It’s just such an amazing phenomenon. There was like a seven-year span there where the Red Wings played every game before a sellout crowd. If they were in Florida or Dallas or Nashville or Columbus, the game was sold out.
When you travel with the team and see how many times the arenas are half-empty, that’s an amazing statistic.
The Red Army lives, eh?
Yeah, it does. How do we score good tickets? It’s not tough. You get online. You go to ticketmaster or stubhub or ebay or whatever and you buy the damn things. You buy them the day the schedule comes out. If you’re like me, you’re not going to twenty Caps or Stars or Preds or Canes games per year. Seeing the Wings in one of those cities, because you’re an evil “transplant” may be the only game you see all year. So you shell out 200 bucks, or a little more, for the best tickets you can get.
I’ve seen the Wings in DC at least four times, including the Finals game mentioned above. With the exception of the treatment I received waiting for that train--which I completely deserved--I was treated amazingly well. Was there a lot of talk back and forth? Yep, but it was good natured and it was fun. There was never a hint of anger. Not a single time.
I’ve seen the Wings in Dallas once, and those people were idiots. Completely, and almost to a person. Wearing a Wing jersey in that arena was a personal insult. That was three years ago, but judging by the reaction to Heika’s blog yesterday, their paranoia hasn’t changed.
Posted by daniel in denton @ 6:46 PM Sun, Feb 17, 2008
When all the auto factories in detroit shut down, wings fans were forced to move to Dallas and secure factory jobs at the dr pepper and coke bottling plants.
Thanks guys, this DP tastes smooth.
I only wish your children weren’t in our school systems.
Classy. In Stars’ fans defense, if you read the rest of the comments, you’ll see some folks who actually appreciate anyone who is willing to sit near them and actually talk hockey. And there are others who have legitimate complaints about a certain type of fan that irritates the hell out of me too.
Posted by Carolyn @ 7:32 PM Sun, Feb 17, 2008
I can admire a true Red Wings. Good for them to show up to the game and cheer for their team.
However, what I can not admire and makes me sick to my stomach is the fan who is a Stars fan all season long except when we play the Red Wings. How do you do that? Just like the guy in the front row of my section wearing the Red Wings jersey and waving a Stars flag? Wednesday I guarantee you he will be back in his Stars jersey. I just don’t understand.
Agreed. What’s that all about? I’ve got serious issues with Wing fans who move elsewhere then shift their allegiances based on geography. I’ll never be able to figure that out. But the “fans” Carolyn pointed out above are even worse.
Back to Frei, and he’s on a roll now. The tears are flowing.
How come the transplants with retained childhood athletic loyalties don’t have any idea about how aggravating they can be? This might be the most significant point of all: They’re the most aggravating when their attitudes come with the kicker beliefs that their friends who dare to switch their loyalties to local teams, or have rooted for the local team or teams all along, are saps.
Saps? Is that how I’d describe a Michigan native who moves to Denver and becomes a Dive fan? No, that’s not the term I’d use. I’d probably call them a coward for not sticking by their team. But that’s just me. Teri can stick with “sap” if he wants.
Whine away Teri. And say hi to a “transplant” for me tonite. I know of at least two A2Y readers in Denver who will be sitting below Bourque’s sweater tonite, and they’ll be wearing Red and White.
Deal with it.
I occasionally correspond with Mr Frei since I live locally here in CO. I think some of his comments were directed a myself yesterday. I encouraged him to come on down and see me before the game today with my sons. He will definetely know were here tonite. The streak ends tonite. Go Wings!
Posted by Jeff from Loveland, CO on 02/18 at 08:48 AM