I'm a little bit rusty here. It's been so long since I got to watch a Wings game that I had to re-teach myself the concept of icing during the first period.
In one play during the third period, Ian White blocked a shot with his face,and then Henrik Zetterberg made a kick save on the goal line to keep the puck out of the net. White ended up with several stitches and a hospital visit out of the deal.
Wouldn't it be nice if Fil's and Franzen played the way they've been playing all the time?
Win five, lose six, win four. Nobody can accuse the Wings of not being streaky.
For a while there, I thought last night was going to be one of those games where the Wings fire 100 shots at a no-name backup goalie and make him look like an All-Star starter. Obviously, they figured things out in the end, though.
The broadcast had several nice tributes to Mickey Redmond. He deserves all of them. I sure do love that flannel-wearing, ginger-ale-drinking, bingo-bango-saying, composite-stick-hating guy. He's one of a kind.
I particularly enjoyed Homer's analysis of the goal that was originally credited to him before being switched to Kronner. I also enjoyed the fact that he told Murph that the goal didn't go in off of him, but asked him to do him a solid and say it did anyway.
Kindl got into a fight at the end of the game. I like the effort, but he didn't really do so well.
Observant readers may have noticed that this is, in fact, not Friday. We're just going to pretend that I didn't choose to work late, take a nap, and go to a Christmas party at the Magic Kingdom dressed as Mickey Redmond in drag instead of writing this post last night.
Last week we had an anonymous winner:
"Danny, this guy won't quit staring at me grinning, it's creepin' me out!"