With the end of the Red Wings season comes the warmer times of summer. Each of us will seek a distraction to take our minds off the fact that the hockey season is over for the Red Wings. We all had our moments screaming in triumph and tribulation at our TVs, computers, and radios. The Red Wings did not go out with a whimper and played as champions do till the very end.
They played an excellent opponent that took them to the brink. The Wings pushed back to our overwhelming joy. Only for the Wings to fall so far from the Detroit River's shore. With the final sound of the horn we all come down to Earth. Hurt yet with pride that the Red Wings prove winners never say die. Now we turn to the activities of Summer trying to put hockey out of our minds.
Some will hang on just to watch the WCF, ECF and finally the SCF to see who will raise the cup. Though the Lightning are in the East I'll root for them for at least there's one Red Wing is left and we still call him Captain. The Bruins are coming off their redemption series against the Flyers with their eyes on the prize. The Canucks are rested waiting for the Sharks both with ghosts of their own to shake off. I'll watch but it won't be the same and only prolongs the inevitable. Waiting those 4 long months without hockey. I could make a crack about rehab but that would be in poor taste.
The rest of the summer will be spent musing and debating who will wear the Winged Wheel next fall. Who should go. Who should stay. And who may end up with a pair of cement galoshes. Sigh. But I don't want to entertain those thoughts. Now is the time to embrace the coming summer. Without hockey. To go fishing without freezing my butt off listening to a radio broadcast. Just kidding. I've never been ice fishing a day in my life.
So here's to you Detroit and all their fans across the land. Enjoy the summer and get a tan. Root for the Tigers from the grandstands with a hotdog in one hand and a beer or pop in the other. For it will be gone before we know it. Then echoes of the ice rinks will grab us once again. The subtle tap that will eventually grow into a roar. Lets GO Red Wings!