Remember when I was going to blog the Stanley Cup playoffs on a daily basis? Yeah, about that. The next event that I cant wait to blog about, but will probably end up being too busy to figure out a blogging schedule will be next month’s soccer World Cup. So, stay tuned. I do promise to write some about the playoffs the rest of the way and hopefully more than some about the soccer. Mostly, though, we’ve started the back half of the long, often mindless college football offseason. With that, now that the gas tank of energy has been filled up in my brain, expect to see a return to at least semi-regular posting next week as we begin looking towards the 2010 football season, both college and pro, with an occassional college hoop thrown thrown in the mix. For now, we’re still on hockey and pulling like mad for the beloved Red Wings to somehow pull some history out of their hat. The climbed the first rung of the 0-3 hole they dug for themselves with an impressive 7-1 rout of the Sharks on Thursday night. Game 5 at San Jose tonight will be the true test to see if the Wings have a shot a making an historic run over the next few days or not. In advance of tonight’s game, I cant help but drift down memory lane to the other two times in my fandom the Wings faced a 0-3 defecit in the Stanley Cup playoffs.
1992, CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS, SECOND ROUND, LOST 4-0
In a way, the franchise hasnt looked back from the 1991-92 season. It was the first year the Wings were truly one of the best teams in the league. The breakthrough teams in the late 1980s, the high goal scoring Yzerman years, were amazing clubs, but they were also a clear notch below the Edmontons, Calgarys and Montreals of the world at the time. The missed the playoffs in 1990 and while they returned to the postseaon in 1991 they only finished in third place in the division, had a losing record and finished almost 30 points behind the top two teams in the Norris. While it looked like things were coming together as they leapt out to a 3 games to 1 lead over heavily favored St. Louis in the first round, the Wings lost the next three and the series in seven games. It didnt seem like a league power was emerging.
But the Wings were unbeatable coming out of the gates the next season, their hot start one of the main storylines of the fall portion of the schedule. A year after a whiz kid Russian dynamo–Sergei Fedorov–debuted as a winger for Detroit, the Wings were now also getting efficient, aggressive and playmaking blueline play from a Swedish rookie named Niklas Lidstrom. At the time I was a sophomore at Indiana University, so I didnt see much of the action. Its not exactly hot hockey territory in Bloomington. This was during a time when the league and ESPN were at an impasse in broadcast agreements, so no games, not even playoffs, were on anything that could be considered national television. Some bars had satelittes, and I could go watch a game there if I could convince them to put a hockey game on, not to mention weaseling my underage ass into the place to begin with. I couldnt wait to get home for Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks to watch some of their games. Their seemingly annual New Year’s Eve games became more must-see for me than any crappy bowl game that may have been on those nights. The Wings cruised to the Norris Division Title, had the second most points in the whole league and scored over 98 points, a tally that never had really seemed likely before for the franchise. For the first time in my life as a fan, the Wings were a Stanley Cup contender. And they’ve been the team to beat ever since.
But it wasnt meant to be that specific spring. They fell behind 3-1 to the Minnesota North Stars in the first round, but rallied to take the opening series in seven games. It included an amazing 1-0 win on the road the sixth game, a contest I could only monitor through ESPN updates back when they only showed a ticker of scores at every 28 and 58 minute mark of the hour. I think I watched the whole series that way. Instead of prepping for exams, I was a pavlov dog for 3-4 hours every other night for the final three weeks of school. But the comeback expended all their energy. The Blackhawks, who had won the the President’s Cup the year before, finished the 1992 strong, had fresher legs and made just enough plays in every close game to forge a 3-0 series lead. I returned home from school in time to watch the fourth game on PASS, but the Blackhawks did it to the Wings one last time, scoring a game winner in overtime to win the game 1-0 and the series 4-0. I still remember the cameras showing James Freaking Belushi whooping it up and tossing a broom onto the ice celebrating the game winner. What a dork. All his movies and shows stink anyway. The loss stung, but you had a feel that the Wings were already a really good team whose better days were ahead of them. The Hawks taught them a playoff lesson on the need to play perfect. The Wings would be more than ready the following year, we thought, to handle the postseason as a favorite. It was all good. Read more »