Opening Day, not opening day

This has been, pretty much, the best Opening Day, ever.

The Tigers were as good as I've ever seen 'em in an Opener: one of the best pitching performances of all time by a Detroit hurler on Opening Day; a couple of dingers; a homer-robbing catch by the new guy Cespedes and a save for the maligned Joe Nathan.  Just about a perfect afternoon except for the game not being played at Tiger Stadium, that’s all. 

Most Important Tigers Play of the Day:  Not many would pick this one I know, but to me it was Jose Iglesias making that stop in the hole in the 9^th inning for the first out.  That guy reaches—and he should have on a play Iglesias made look routine—and while I’m not saying the Tigers lose the game, the dynamic changes completely.  They probably take Price out right there and instead of having to get a single out to end it, Nathan has to come in for a three-out save.  It was a Major League play, the kind a good Major League team makes to close out ballgames.  The kind of play that enables you to win easy, 4-0, instead of having to gut it out and have to hold on at the end.

I've been watching baseball on mlb.tv and elsewhere for 11 hours now--14 games on this busiest Opening Day in MLB history--and I have seen it all.  Here are our Top Five (okay, there are seven, sue me) moments from Opening Day, 2015 all of which I saw live:

(Late Edit, 1:27am edt, Thanks a lot Sonny Gray!) And by the way and for the record, from first pitch in Detroit until the last out in Arizona, Opening Day 2015 last 12 hours and 21 minutes...

#1 Sonny Gray takes no-hitter into 8th, becomes 1st since Lemon in '52 to pitch at least eight innings and allow only 1 hit on Opening Day in 8-0 romp over Rangers.

#2	Keuchel outduels Kluber in Houston duel.
#3	Scherzer perfect through 5 in DC debut, allows 3 unearned, loses.
#4	Price one out away from rare Opening Day complete game in 4-0 Tigers win.
#5	Rain Delay in Miami, where the stadium has a roof.
#6 (tie)	Jimmy Rollins breaks tie with three-run shot in 8th in Dodgers 6-3 win over San Diego.
#6 (tie)	Todd Frazier breaks tie with three-run shot in bottom of the 8th in Reds 5-2 win over the Bucs

I Can Remain Silent No Longer

I was going to write something about the Red Wings disastrous loss tonight--and perhaps I will tomorrow--but I came across this item on Wonkette.com and it made me forget all about hockey and really, if you know me at all you know that doesn't happen too often...

Because all it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to remain silent, I am compelled to comment on this. 

Ted Nugent told a GOP dinner, a Lincoln Day Dinner or some such in Maricopa County, AZ:

“Here’s your job, Republican Party. Twenty to 25 of those guys [veterans] kill themselves every day, and they haven’t told you why and they haven’t told anybody else why but they told me why: because the commander-in-chief is the enemy.” (Story courtesy of Right Wing Watch).

I say (and it's actually someone else doing the saying, I just wish I'd thought of it first but I will appropriate it because it sums up this sorry incident perfectly):

Draft-dodging, self-shitting child rapist says what?

Fuck Ted Nugent. 

I want all of you Republicans to remember this:  He is on your team. He is one of you.  For that, you should be ashamed.  If you are not, I am ashamed for you.

And let us never forget.  The name of the President who sent those service men and women off to suffer and die come back with the PSTD and other wounds which today compel them to choose suicide over life in such shocking numbers (and that he sent them off to war FOR NO REASON AT ALL) was not President Barack Obama.  It was President George W. Bush, may he rot in Hell (with Ted Nugent at his side) for all eternity.

I will pray and ask that God gives me the strength to find it within me to pray for my enemies as Jesus told me I must.  And for that German pilot, too.  And for the murderers of the 150 college kids today in Kenya.  But that strength is not in me tonight.  Not even on Good Friday.

The Best Game I Ever Saw

"He just kept getting closer and closer!"  Levi Jackson goes 88 yards for the score as Michigan State pulls off one of the biggest upsets in college football history, defeating #1 Ohio State 16-13 on November 9, 1974.  Photo: LansingStateJournal.com

We are half an hour away from the Spartans and the Buckeyes here in East Lansing, and if we can squeeze enough out of this one to make it last until midnight, we will be at the anniversary--40 years to the day--of the greatest game I ever saw: MSU 16, Ohio State 13 on November 9, 1974.  

I was all Green and White in those days.  It was my sophomore year at MSU and we were really doing our part in the student section in the South End Zone.  We were hammered (totes legal as the drinking age was 18 back then) and we were loud.  But after MSU took an Ohio State punt and had it first and 10 at their own 12, way, way down at the other end of the field, we also figured we were done for.  There was only a little more than 3 minutes left in the game and we were down 4, 13-9, and it looked like it was a case of a nice try but nothing else.

And it had been a nice try.  State, in a game on national TV against an unbeaten and untied and ranked #1 in the Nation Woody Hayes team, had given the Buckeyes all they could handle.  Sparty was tied 3-3 with the Bucks at the half thanks to what my memory tells me was about the longest field goal ever on the last play of the half but which the printed record says was a 39-yarder by Hans Neilson, the first in what would be a long line of great MSU placekickers.  

Michigan State was still hanging in there in the 4th quarter as Ohio State got a field goal in the third to break the tie and what turned out to be their only touchdown of the day in the 4th to move ahead 13-3.  The Spartans got a 44-yard TD pass from Charlie Baggett (the MSU quarterback was in my Advertising class and to his credit showed up for every lecture) to Mike Jones as the Spartans ran for the second time in the game a play which had been wide open for a sure score in the first half but which was dropped by a wide-open Jones.  MSU went for two and failed and it was 13-9, Ohio State.

Which brings us to the moment.  MSU way down there at the other end of the field and time running out.

And then it was Levi Jackson running away.  It was just a little quick-hitter off right guard--a play designed you'd think to pick up 2 or 3 yards at best.  But this time it went for 88.  Jackson popped through the line, swerved to his right and was off to the races down the west sideline.  None of us could believe what we were seeing.  He just kept getting closer and closer and then he was in the end zone right in front of us and we were going crazy with the screaming and the jumping up and down and the kissing of the girls who totally were not your girlfriend.  I wound up a section over and half a dozen rows up from where I had been when the ball was snapped.  With the PAT MSU led 16-13 and there was 3:12 left on the clock and we weren't even close to being done. 

Ohio State took the ensuing kickoff and, after the refs blew a call on an MSU interception on the Buckeyes first down play, drove all the way down to the Spartan 1.  Archie Griffin, (Remember him?  The only guy to win the Heisman twice?) got free and picked up about 50 yards on a play in which he faked himself out of his own shoe and Ohio State was a snap away from pulling it out.  Except Woody never gave it to Griffin again and when Ohio State failed to set themselves for one second as they snapped the ball with the clock ticking over to "0:00", it didn't matter that Brian Baschnagel had picked it up and run it in,  Except we didn't know that.  Nobody in the house did.  One official signaled touchdown and another waved the play off.  Both teams left the field celebrating.  We stormed the field, a happy mob.  The scoreboard still read: Michigan State 16, Ohio State 13.  But that one ref had raised both arms in the air on that last play.  Who had won?  Who knew?  This remains the one and only occasion in my entire football-watching life that a game was over and the winning team was not known.

After over half an hour of occupying the Spartan Stadium field the announcement was made over the PA system that the scoreboard was correct, that MSU had indeed held on to win.  What a day.

And what a game we have going on here right now.  Jeremy Langford has just gone around the left end for 33 and a score after the Spartans recovered a fumbled Ohio State punt return attempt and it's State 14, Ohio State 7 with 6:14 left in the first quarter.  Maybe this one will be a classic too.  We'll let you know.

It Was The Goalie's Fault!

Trip and Strip!

Anaheim's #15 Ryan Getzlaf trips Detroit's #55 Nicklas Kronwall but no penalty is called and Getzlaff takes the puck and goes in to score on Detroit netminder Jimmy Howard.  Getzlaf's unassisted goal, his second tally of the night, comes with only :24 left in the 3rd period and gives the Ducks a 3-2 win over the Red Wings on October 11, 2014.  (Click to emgiggen. Dave Reginek/NHLI via Getty Images) 

It's probably taken me 4 days to write the game story from Saturday night--Anaheim's 3-2 win over the Red Wings at Joe Louis Arena--because of the headline (see above) that I knew I was going to have to write.  

I'm a goalie and because I'm a goalie I know from my own personal experience that when you blame the goalie when the puck goes in, which by the way you do every single bleeping time the puck goes in, all y'all are RONG somewhere between 80 or 90 percent of the time. Like last Thursday night in the opener when Boston's first goal went in over Jimmy Howard's shoulder and I had to (calmly) explain that if Howard hadn't gone down you'd all be complaining about how the puck had beaten him low (OMG! THE 5 Hole? That is  SO WEAK!!!) because when there is an NHL shooter winding up and firing from inside the top rim of the circle you'd better get down and take away the bottom of the net right away because you sure as heck aren't going to have time to get down once he releases because from that distance. From 30 feet an NHL slapshot will get to you before you can drop and spread 'em but you still have to take away the bottom of the net because it's a lot easier for these guys to beat you low than it is for them to pick that little spot over your shoulder and under the crossbar and beat you high and when they do, well, good for them.  Etc.

That said, the first two goals Saturday night were Howard's fault; totally.  And the Wings lost 3-2. So, it's the goalie's fault.  The 3rd Ducks goal was on the ref and we'll get to that in a minute but first the two bad ones allowed by Howard.  

It was scoreless in the second when Howard, trying to flip it into the corner to his left where Nicklas Kronwall was waiting, instead turned it over to Anaheim's Patrick Maroon (wearing the new Ducks uniform that appear to have some sort of weird pumpkin spice motif going on which is nice for this time of year) who slid it out in front of the empty Detroit net.  It looked like Howard and the Wings had caught a break when Corey Perry couldn't handle it and the puck slid off the end of his stick but, uncovered, Ryan Getzlaf moved right in and blasted it by Howard who was still scrambling a bit to get back into position and who thus did not have time to either get square to his shooter or to set his feet.  When a goalie's feet are moving at release, the puck goes in about 100% of the time.  I don't know why this is, I just know that it is. That's what happened in this case and Anaheim had scored the all-important First Goal of the Game.

The Wings came back however and led 2-1 in the third when Howard made his second big mistake. Ryan Kessler's centering pass from behind the net went through the crease and Howard failed to block it and Matt Beleskey took the clean feed and fired it by.  Phil Myre, one of the great guys in hockey whose CV includes having been the #1 goalie for a couple of teams called the Montreal Canadiens and the Philadelphia Flyers, told me one night that if a pass goes through the blue of the crease and the goalie doesn't block it or deflect it, anything that happens subsequent to that failure is on the goalie.  Kessler's pass, right along the ice, almost hit Howard in the skate but his stick was not on the ice and it went straight through to the open man when Howard could have and should have blocked it and it was a one-timer into the back of the Detroit net and a 2-2 tie.

All of that said, everybody thinks the Wings lost Saturday night because neither of the referees, Tom Kowal or Kelly Sutherland, called Getzlaf for tripping Kronwall deep in the Detroit zone with the game still tied 2-2 in the final 30 seconds of the third period.  Getzlaf (see picture above) took Kronner off his skates, took the puck, and moved in laterally out of the right wing corner to beat Howard with a backhand while Detroit's other defenseman Jonathan Ericsson took it all in from a nice vantage point: stationary near the far goalpost.  Perhaps Ericsson thought a penalty was surely coming and he decided to wait for the whistle.  In any event, he was every bit as involved in the play as was any fan you care to name who was sitting in the lower bowl.  

Now the thing is, everybody is right.  There should have been a penalty called on Getzlaff who never should have scored and the Wings should still have been in a tie game and on the power play going into overtime, assuming they didn't score a go-ahead PPG (Power Play Goal) in the final 25 or so seconds left in regulation, or surrender a short-handed goal before the buzzer.

I, for one (and maybe I'm the only one), am not particularly up in arms about this.  Things happen. Mistakes are made.  The applicable sports cliche here is that "they all even out over the course of the season."  Sometimes it takes a little more than a season, that's all.

Remember last year when the Wings won a key late-in-the-season game at home against the Kings when somebody first a shot that went over the glass behind the LA net and caromed off the screen and hit Kings goalie Jonathan Quick in the back and went it?  It was as blatant a miss by the officials as you can name.  The puck is supposed to be dead when it hits the netting above the glass as it is the same thing as the puck going out of play.  But none of the officials saw it and last year (they've changed it this year because of what happened in Detroit that night last season) it was not reviewable. Imagine if the point that goal wound up costing LA had cost them a playoff spot?  It almost did, you know.  They were the 8th and final seed, remember?  And they went on to win the Stanley Cup.  If that goal, that blown call, had cost them a playoff berth, well, it would have cost them a Stanley Cup would it not?

So, the cliche, like so many cliches has the ring of truth-- it does all even out.

Boston is here tonight.  The Wings beat 'em 2-1 last week in the season opener.  Now they come in for the final time this season.  Sometimes the NHL schedule, like life itself, goes by in the blink of an eye.    

Everybody Was Right Where I'd Left Them

Gustav Nyquist (at left) has just scored on the Power Play.  His goal at 14:46 of the second period broke a 1-1 tie and gave the Red Wings a 2-1 win over the Boston Bruins on Opening Night.

It began to dawn on me even before I got upstairs for Thursday night's Detroit Red Wings 2014-15 season opener...   

The usher who lets me in the door was the same, the lady who greets me when I enter the concourse under the stands was the same, the security guard at the corridor leading to the locker rooms was the same, they guy collecting for the Press Room meal was the same (and the same low price, $6!), Leslie who prepares and serves our meals was the same, Ken Holland's reserved seat closest to the TV set was the same and so on and so on.  

And then it occurred to me: Everybody was right where I'd left them last April!

Even the opponent was the same.  The Boston Bruins.  The same Bruins who'd beaten the Wings 3-2 in overtime of Game 4 of the first round of the playoffs here last April in what became--when the Wings went to Boston and dropped Game 5 of the series a couple of days later--the last Wings game of last season.

Everything was the same.  Except, of course, for the result.  Tonight, the Wings, after falling behind 1-0 in the first came back with a pair of goals in the second and let Jimmy Howard do the rest in a 2-1 Opening Night victory.

I was a poor correspondent on this night.  Normally I'm Tweeting and live-blogging and jotting down line combinations and who scored and when they scored and so on and so on.

Tonight, I just watched the game.  I'd brought along this set of really nice high-power binoculars and I just sat there in the last row of the place, high, high above the ice and watched it all in extreme closeup.  I was the only person up there with binoculars because, really, hockey doesn't lend itself to binocular viewing the same way that, say, football does.  At Ford Field or Spartan Stadium you are literally a number of stories above the field, 7 or 8 of them judging by the number they press on the elevator to take you up there, and you can still see all 22 through the scopes.  In hockey, you wind up seeing only a player or two close up and you miss what is happening away from the puck.  But what a view of the goal you get.  Since nearly all of the important action in a hockey game takes place there, at the goal, I don't care if people think me odd for using binoculars.  I like the close-up look I get at the net.

I was sitting just a couple of chairs down from the great Matt Pavelich who spent 3 decades working the lines in the National League and was the first Linesman ever to make the Hockey Hall of Fame. You can imagine what sitting next to a guy with that kind of history means to a guy like me.  

Matt's the best.  At one point he said, "I hate that guy!"  (No, I am not going to tell you who).  No more than 6 seconds later he said, "I love that guy!"  I said, "Did Matt just say 'I hate that guy' and 'I love that guy' about the same guy in the span of 5 seconds?"  Matt said, "Hey, I can change my mind!"  

Anyway, it was a terrific game.  When Boston scored a dozen minutes in, there was some question about whether the goal had come on their first shot on goal of the night.  In other words, had Boston scored on the first shot on goal against the Wings this season?  I thought not because when I glanced at the shot-counter a couple of seconds after the puck had gone in, it read "1" and it's my experience that it usually takes them a few seconds to put a shot on the scoreboard after it's been taken, but after it stayed at "1" for a few seconds I figured it had indeed been first shot on goal against the Wings in the entire 2014-15 season and since it had gone in, well, that made it less a SOG (Shot on Goal) than a harbinger of disaster and doom.  You give up a goal on the first shot you see all season?  That can't be good, right?  Then the shotboard changed over to "2", meaning the goal had come on the second shot against of the season and that removed any portend of evil which a goal allowed on the first shot of the season would have had and I, for one, breathed a sigh of relief which was nothing less than enormous. Nobody wants a harbinger portending disaster and doom hanging over them for the entire 81 and 2/3 games which were, at the moment, remaining to be played on the Red Wings schedule.

A lot of people were critical of Jimmy Howard's having let the goal in (most people are critical of ANY goal that their goalie lets in) but let me tell you, you let an NHL guy unload with a slapshot from inside the top ring of the faceoff circle and it goes over the goalie's shoulder like this one did, tip your hat to the shooter.  The goalie has to go down because from that close in, you can't react fast enough to take away the bottom of the net and if the shooter--in this case Patrice Bergeron--picks the little tiny space over the goalie's shoulder and under the crossbar, well, nice shot and let's have a face-off at center ice and get on with our lives.

Danny DeKeyser fired in a shot from the right point early in the second period to tie the game.  Well, actually, he sort of did.  The goal was awarded to Johan Franzen as he had apparently tipped DeKeyser's shot but upon what turned out to be further, further review, (a time-consuming review of the origianal review) Franzen's redirect of DeKeyser's shot had hit Justin Abdelkader in the ass (well, it did) and only then had gone into the net.  So, officially, the goal was Abdelkader from Franzen and DeKeyser although I did point out that the puck had hit so much crap on its way in that DeKeyser, the guy who shot it in the first place, was in danger of losing his assist.  

With Detroit a man to the good later in the period, Gustav Nyquist (see picture above) was left all alone in front of B's goalie Tuukka "I Have Too Many Letters In My First Name" Rask at the top of the crease and his quick one-timer off a well-conceived/executed Darren Helm feed proved to be the gamer at 14:46.  Nyquist led the Wings in goals last year (28) and Game Winning Goals (6) and he is once again tonight Detroit's leader in both of those important offensive statistics.

So, it's one down and only 81 to play for the Red Wings.  Oh, one other thing.  In his postgame presser, Coach Mike Babcock said his team tonight was playing with six forwards who were not in the lineup on Opening Night last season.  He said this year's team was faster than that team he iced a year ago and his job now would be to make them even faster.

I was very impressed by Detroit's play and I thought the game was an outstanding example of what the best hockey in the world should look like when played at the highest level.  Anaheim, the Ducks, are here on Saturday night.  

When the Air Left the Building

If #8 Justin Abdelkader had finished here--a breakaway in overtime--we wouldn't even be talking about any of this right now...

Less than 10 minutes before the dropped the puck to start Game 4 here tonight in Detroit, Red Wings coach Mike Babcock and I were doing the exact same thing: filling in an incorrect lineup card, one with the wrong number circled next to the name of the starting goaltender.  I had already circled Jimmy Howard's #35 (in pen, of course) when the press box PA man stunned us all by saying, "...And starting in goal, #50 Jonas Gustavsson."

Like a slapshot through a screen, I never saw that one coming.  My immediate reaction was that Babcock was desperate--using a late change in starting goalie to shock his team out the stupor which was the most noticeable aspect of their game here in the 3-0 loss to the Bruins two nights ago.

He wasn't.  After warmup, Babcock was informed by his medical staff that Howard couldn't go.  He was out with the flu. Babcock has already filled out his lineup and the referee had to tell him that he had the wrong goalie listed.  It had to be changed.  So did mine.  As such, because of that late-breaking case of the flu, the Red Wings had to play their most important game of the year without the player who is, by definition their most important player.  (Your goalie is always your most important player is this game, especially in the playoffs).

It turned out not to matter.  It's hard to imagine Howard playing any better than did Gustavsson tonight, which means the result would have been the same no matter who was in net.  The Wings lost Game 4 here to the Boston Bruins 3-2 in overtime and they now trail the Bruins 3 games to 1 and the Bruins can dispatch Detroit Saturday afternoon, end this thing at the TD Bank Garden, or whatever it is that the Bruins home rink is named.

I never cheer; not ever.  Not for the most exciting, dramtic goal or for anything else.  I never say "we" or "us" when referencing a team; any team.  It's the way I was brought up.  Professionally, that is.  You don't cheer in the Press Box.  You don't show favoritism in the Press Box.

But, perhaps due to my upbringing here in the Detroit, perhaps due to how important a part of my life the Detroit Red Wings have been for almost as far back as I can remember (I didn't discover them or the NHL or, for that matter, the game of hockey until I was ten so I have some memories which predate this team and this game) I still get nervous before playoff games.  I hate them, generally.  Tonight, maybe for the first time in my life, I wasn't nervous at all at a playoff game.  The reason was simple, really.  Detroit had no chance. Why be nervous when the result is preordained?

I saw with my own eyes what happped in Game 3: men against boys.  An entire team ragdolled, rolled.  They had no chance to win that game.  Thus, they had no chance to win this one, either.

And then came the Red Wings--dominating Boston in the first period tonight they way they had been dominated by the Bruins the night before last out.  Outshot 11-4 and held without a scoring chance in the first period of Game 3, Detroit turned the tables on the Bruins completely in the first period of this one, outshooting the Bruins 15-5 and outchancing them 9-2.  It was Boston on the run from an overwhelming Detroit attack which featured multiple breakaways in the first few minutes and chance after glorious chance until the horn sounded--mercifully enough for Boston--to end the twenty minutes.  The problem was, Detroit had gotten only one puck past Tukka Rask, a power play slapper from just inside the line by Niklas Kronwall, and led by just that single goal at the intermission.  And, yes, that was good news, very good news for a team which had scored only one goal in their previous six periods, but it wasn't enough.

Pavel Datsyuk scored at 4:27 of the second, becoming the first Wings to score multiple goals in the series (not hard to imagine as it was only Detroit's fourth goal of this series) and, I don't know, I started to let myself think the same thing the 20,000 throaty fans sitting around me were letting themselves think: "Maybe they can pull this thing out.  Wouldn't that be something?  The series would be tied 2-2.  The series would be a best two-of-three..."

But, you know.

At 10:14 (a matter of seconds after me and the 20,000 throaty fans sitting around me had thought: "Halfway home!") Boston got a power play slapper from just inside the line by Torey Krug and it was 2-1.  Their first goal was identical to Detroit's.

As this was happening, the Wings influence over events was inexorably waning.  Slowly but noticeably, the dominant became the dominated.  Now it was the Bruins getting the chances.  And, finally, it was the Bruins tying the score early in the third period when the hated Milan Lucic (hit a guy in the stones with your stick one time and they never let you forget...) the player booed by 20,000 throaty fans here every time he stepped on the ice these past two games, scored at 1:15 and the air left the room.  From then on, it just felt like a matter of time until the moment of doom arrived.

The Wings had chances but in your heart you just somehow knew they weren't going in.  Even Abdelkader's OT breakway (see above).  If only, if only, if only...

And then it ended the way it had to end.  Not on a great play but on a fluke.  (It happens that way so often in overtime).  Dougie Hamilton had it along the right wing half-wall and he tossed it towards the net from 30 feet and it hit Boston's Jerome Iginla and it hit Detroit's Danny Dekeyser and it didn't hit Gustavsson but it did hit the back of the net and the air left the room and the game was over.  And with it, one supposes, the series.  Think Detroit can beat this team three in a row?  Maybe, but you'll have to show me.  

The Most Lopsided 3-0 Hockey Game Ever

After being held to a single goal in both games one and two the Red Wings did even worse here on Tuesday night, not scoring any goals, falling 3-0 to the Boston Bruins, in the process falling two games to one down to the B's in this Eastern Conference Quarterfinal.  Game 4 is here on Thursday night.

Detroit's goal production is the worst by any Red Wings team through three games of a playoff series since Detroit was shutout in the first three games of the 1945 Stanley Cup Final by Toronto. The Wings came back to force a Game 7 in that series (the Leafs won it 2-1) and no doubt it felt as hopeless for Detroit that night at Maple Leaf Gardens 69 years ago as it does here at the Joe Louis Arena tonight.  Indeed, it must have felt worse. Detroit trailed that series three games to none and had scored no goals.  Detroit trails this series 2-1 and has scored two goals.

But, for fans of a team which had turned this series into a best-of-5 and which had home-ice advantage thanks to an unlikely win in Game 1 on the road, hope is hard to come by tonight in Detroit.

You know how it always feels like a 2-0 deficit in a soccer game is insurmountable?  This felt like that. Boston totally (TOTALLY) dominated Detroit in the first period, outshooting the Wings 11-4 and holding Detroit without a single scoring chance; zero, zip,not any.  Meanwhile, Wings goalie Jimmy Howard was giving up a softie to Dougie Hamilton--a wrister from the right circle that beat him over his left shoulder at the 9-minute mark that he should have had in his hip pocket (if hockey pants had pockets which they don't)--and a rebound goal by Jordan Caron after Shawn Thornton had done all the work seven minutes later. Boston two, Detroit nothing and it seemed that it may as well have been 12-0 or 20-0, because it appeared there was nothing, nothing at all, that the Wings could do about mounting a comeback.

It was all Boston all the time, all over the ice.  Detroit needed their netminder to be perfect, and he wasn't.

"We gave them two goals, that's the bottom line," said a disappointed Detroit coach Mike Babcock.  "We've had no pushback the last two games.  I was disappointed with tonight. I thought we looked like kids tonight for sure, no question about it."

Speaking of kids, the Wings had seven players in their lineup tonight who were members of the American Hockey League champions one year ago.  What it appears to mean at the moment, and all it appears to mean, is that it is easier to win a Calder Cup than a Stanley Cup.

And right now, it feels like Detroit's Stanley Cup dream for this season is going to end Saturday afternoon in Game 5 of this series in Boston.