Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Kevin and I Said Goodbye to The Joe






Kevin and I recently attended a Red Wings game, one of the last to be played at Joe Louis Arena. While we both agreed the Joe didn’t hold the same sentimental attachment for us Tiger Stadium did, it was cool to climb those insanely steep steps and squeeze into those super tiny seats one more time. A bonus for use, they were playing Toronto so we got to see a good game (unfortunately a loss) against an Original Six opponent instead of some bullshit team from a non-hockey city like Phoenix. What I took away from our trip was a deep sense of how lucky we have been in our lives to see our team achieve the highest levels possible and how it really is time for a new arena.

Unfortunately for us these were not the same Wings we grew up watching. More than once, we turned to each other and muttered “who is that guy?” For 25 straight years we have seen the Wings gearing up for a playoff run this time of year, not playing out their season and the final days of an outdated arena. Twenty-five years, that is 75% of my life spent watching the Wings in the playoffs. Their run is a remarkable fete in not only hockey, but the history of ALL sports and seems unlikely to be duplicated in the salary cap era.

I started following hockey in 1995 when the Wings made it to Stanley Cup Finals, getting swept by the Devils and extending Detroit’s Cup drought to 40 years. Growing up, hockey was never a big deal in my house, baseball was the sport we lived and breathed. I wouldn’t have been able to pick Steve Yzerman out of a crowd before my dear friend Mike decided I should be a hockey fan (a million thanks to that beautiful man). Hockey was to his family what baseball was to mine so he was already well versed in a sport I knew nothing about. I was twelve and wanted to play with my friend so I took in as much hockey as I could, and it didn’t take long to get hooked. It helped that this was the era Yzerman, Lidstrom, and my personal favorite at the time, Sergei Fedorov.

Though his rep would take a hit in Detroit in the decade to come, Fedorov was still at the height of his popularity and was arguably the best player in the league at that time. While everyone else fought over who loved Yzerman more, and rightfully so, I was mesmerized by the way Fedorov skated with speed and power, the way he could fight off defenders and score almost at will. I had me a number 91 jersey and a bitchin’ Nike stick that probably set my mom back way too much from the old savings account. He is as nearly as responsible as Mike for my love of hockey.  

In the years since 1991, we have seen one of the most dominant stretches in the history of sports. From 1991 to 2016, the Wings rank first in the NHL in wins (1,133), goals (6,518), playoff wins (170), and are tied for first with 4 Stanley Cups (eat a dick, Pittsburgh). Fifteen players who skated for the Wings in those years are in the Hall of Fame. Yzerman, Lidstrom, Fedorov, Brendan Shanahan, Igor Larionov, Larry Murphy, Chris Chelios, Dominik Hasek, Slava Fetisov, Brett Hull, Luc Robitaille, Paul Coffey, Dino Ciccarelli, Mike Modano, and Mark Howe. Pavel Datsyuk will join that list once he officially retires form the NHL. Mike Ilitch, Scotty Bowman, and Jim Devellano are also in the Hall. Nine of those guys were on the 2002 super team, probably the best team ever.    

Outside of the last few seasons, this was not simply 25 years of barely getting into the postseason only to get bounced in the first round. The Wings routinely finished at or near the top of the standings and were serious Cup contenders almost every year. They won the President’s Trophy six times during the streak and set the single season win record with 62 wins in the 1995-96 season. They didn’t end that year with the Cup, but it did launch the most intense rivalry these eyes have ever seen.

The Red Wings/Avalanche rivalry didn’t last long, but when it was on it burned with intensity of 7,000 suns. From 1996-2002 the teams met five times in the Western Conference playoffs and combined for five of the seven Stanley Cups won over that time. They were easily to two best teams in the league and they hated the shit out of each other. It all started with that shit bag Claude Lemieux smashing Kris Draper’s face into the boards with one of the cheapest, dirtiest hits ever laid out. The Wings got their revenge the next season by bouncing the Aves from the playoffs and winning the Cup. We also got this classic Joe moment.

  
 


Perhaps the best thing about the 2002 Cup win was blasting the hell out of Patrick Roy in game seven of the Conference Finals. I almost pissed myself when that dick did his stupid little Statue of Liberty thing and the puck trickled into the net behind him.

It is almost fitting that the streak should end this year. The team was terrible with Mike Ilitch bought them, it makes sense that the passing of the man responsible for it all would bring an end to the run. Also, they were terrible when they moved into the Joe, might as well be terrible as they leave and move to a new arena. Hopefully they can create the same level of excellence at the shiny, new (and shittily named) Little Caesars Arena. Horrible names aside, I can’t wait for them to be in their new digs. It brings all the teams in Detroit to the same area, making a great vibe downtown. And, if we’re being honest, the Joe is kind of a shit hole. It lacks any sort of modern amenities, it’s in a less than desirable part of town, and fat people cannot be comfortable in those damn seats. Sure, the place gave us some great moments, like this. 




And this.




  
And a million more, but it is time to move on.

There is reason to be excited about the Wings. There are some intriguing young players on the team, though none of them play defense, and there is reason to believe they will be back in the playoffs before too long. While the salary cap almost guarantees we will never see another era of dominance like the Wings just ended, it also promises that any team actually interested in improving (so not Phoenix) won’t be down for long. Gone are the glory days of our childhood, but I don’t think there will be another 42 year Cup drought in Hockeytown.

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