Yeah, I know. It's bad form to write about a game like it's a foregone conclusion before the game is actually finished.
But I figure if the Wings thought they would be alright with playing 20 minutes, I should be okay writing up this article with an equal amount of work put in and enjoying the rest of my day.
Besides, there is exactly 0 percent chance this team right now is beating Bryzgalov at least five times today. I say "at least" because, unlike Detroit, the Phoenix Coyotes have actually decided to play the entire game. They might score a few more times before the day is done.
This was arguably the most pathetic display I saw from a Wings team in a close-out game in my scant 31 years of life.
This was Game One all over again, this time on home ice.
Poor, passive defense.
Pitiful effort on the penalty kill.
Getting too cute on the power play.
When did I realize the Wings were in trouble?
When they had a five-on-three power play for over a minute...and generated two shots.
This is the Red Wings that I hate to watch, the team that behaves like they are the Harlem Globetrotters on ice. Spending so much time looking for the pretty pass and awesome shot that they don't actually...you know...put the puck on the net.
The team that thinks that they can make high risk/low reward decisions with the puck because they're just so much more talented than everyone else and can get away with it whenever they want.
Sure! Let's pass the puck across the ice in the defensive zone with attackers charging...oh wait...oops... Sorry, Jimmy!
This is a team that in a way disrespects their opponents, and I don't like it at all. I'm not sure when this attitude started. Maybe it was always there and I didn't realize it. But I do know that I have no desire to watch it.
So, in honor of the Detroit Red Wings effort in Game Six, I'm calling it good halfway through.
See you Tuesday.