Chris Osgood was standing by his locker when I approached. He was sucking on a candy that smelled like a LifeSaver. Interesting choice of sweets, a LifeSaver, since that's what half this city seems to want to throw him after Wednesday night's loss.But here's a piece of news. He doesn't need it. Doesn't want it. And doesn't deserve it."How do you feel about what happened?" I asked."Ticked off," he said. "I was 85 seconds away from my best playoff series ever.""Does it make you want to play right now?"
Look, I'm not trying to make excuses for these guys. But hockey is rough business. The Red Wings need a release. They need to blow off steam. So, OK, maybe it isn't "normal" behavior. But they're big, powerful men. They have to do it. They gotta have it.They need their chess.Chess?"We're into it," admits Darren McCarty.Chess?"Oh, yeah, every chance we get," says Brendan Shanahan.Chess? Chess. On the team plane. In the hotels. In the locker room. Chess. It may be Bobby Orr on the ice, but it's Bobby Fischer everywhere else.
Ihand the map of Sweden to Nick Lidstrom. I ask him to circle his home town. It's in the southern half of the country. "Vasteras," he says. "Very nice place.""And where is your teammate Tomas Holmstrom from?" I ask."Tomas?" he says, snickering. "He's from ...up north."I go to Holmstrom. I hand him the map of Sweden. He circles his hometown. It is indeed in the north. "Pieta," he says. "Very nice place.""And where is Lidstrom from?""Nick?" he says, rolling his eyes. "He's from ...down south."
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
