WINGS MUST LOOK FOR NEW HEROES, NOT NEW EXCUSES
The locker was clean, four skates, a jacket and a pair of sneakers tucked neatly inside. The helmet on the top shelf bore No. 19, and the name plate across the front read “Yzerman.” It was a sad picture. A grim reminder.And anyone who points to that locker...
WE ARE HOOKED ON HOCKEY, AND IT’S NO WONDER
It’s fast. It’s thrilling. And you can jump on anyone you want.No, I’m not talking about a Michael Irvin house party. I’m talking about playoff hockey — specifically overtime playoff hockey — which is proving to be so deeply moving...
FOR YZERMAN, COFFEY, OSGOOD — A DAY TO FORGET
Paul Coffey had the look, and the look said it all about this very strange Sunday afternoon. He had just put the puck in a wide-open net; unfortunately, it was his own net. Coffey had been standing there, trying to protect the goal because his own goalie was taken out...
Yes!Yzerman’s Goal Breaks Double-Overtime Agony
It was every suspense film you ever watched, every thriller you ever read, every nervous waiting room you ever sat in all rolled into one nail-biting, double-overtime evening at Joe Louis Arena, 19,000 exhausted fans, tapping their chests at every break to make sure the old ticker was still working.
And finally, a few minutes before midnight, the doctor emerged, smiling with the good news:
It’s a goal!
NO THANKS YET; WAIT TILL GAME 7
ST. LOUIS — Hold the applause. The Red Wings may have won a game, but they have not earned cheers, not yet, and they will be the first to admit it. You don’t get anything for losing in seven games, no more than you do for losing in six, and this...
ON STAGE, OSGOOD GOT THE JOB BY HITTING RIGHT NOTES
When Frank Sinatra was at his peak, he performed one night with an all-star band. He had already sold millions of albums, and was famous throughout the world. At the end of the last song, the sell-out crowd erupted into applause, standing on its feet. As Sinatra...
JUST ANOTHER VICTORY
ST. LOUIS — Hold the applause. The Red Wings may have won a game, but they have not earned cheers, not yet, and they will be the first to admit it. You don’t get anything for losing in seven games, no more than you do for losing in six, and this...
To Win Again, All Wings Need To Do Is Change Itinerary
Some fool needs to take charge here, and I am just the fool. I cannot shoot a hockey puck. I cannot stop a hockey puck. I cannot even walk across the ice without falling down.
But I am taking charge, because, gosh darn it — ooh, did I really say
“gosh darn it”? — this city is not ready for baseball season. Have you looked at the Tigers’ pitching staff? Are you nuts?
Hard Work Isn’T Enough;Now It’S A Test Of Character
The last nine minutes were like something out of a war movie, explosions, bodies flying, nobody sure who was still out there, or, for that matter, who was even left standing. Vladimir Konstantinov hit the ice to block a shot, and his hand went numb from the impact. Paul Coffey took a stick to the head and lay face-down, bleeding. Sergei Fedorov saw a rebound and tried to flick it past the goalie, the crowd screamed, the puck hit the goalie’s leg pads, the crowd screamed again, Fedorov tried again, off the body — denied!
