On the Wings

(ed. note: Flávio (zeh) de Moura of Red Wings Brasil asked me to brush up an anglicized version of this post and post it. I tried to clarify a couple passages while keeping as close to the original meaning as I could and without taking away from it’s “flavor.” It’s a great pre-game pep talk.

It was written by Eduardo Costa. - Matt)

Friends and fans of the best ice hockey team ever known, today is the day. Today is the day when the great Detroit Red Wings will, finally, sail over the playoff’s insurgent seas. We will wave good-bye to the slowdown predicted in the pre-post-season and start our sweep over the Predators in a best-of-three series.

Regardless of our superlative superiority, everything points to a challenging match. The Predators have many weapons of intimidation. They won’t hesitate to hit our guys, just like Jordin Tootoo did, stepping on Kris Draper on game 4. And, to donkeys like those, there ain’t no possibility for diplomacy. So, may belligerence overtake the hearts of the men in red.

But today we won’t face just the Predators’ prickers. Oh, no!

Beyond Nashville’s dizzying-mustard uniforms will be the jerseys of the jealous, the logo of the dastards, the colors of the weak-headed. Yes, 29 teams and their fans will be against the Wings tonight. They pine for our disgrace, dream about Goliath’s fall. They are in an intense dreaminess that our squad is on the mat, while the men in black and white striped t-shirts make the 10-to-0 countdown. If they could, they’d rape our wives, kick our dogs and sack or homes, so big is their jealous about or achievements.

For that not to happen, our defensive majesty must  be back and guide us. There’s no blue-line in the whole NHL like ours. And today is a good day to show why there’s no other like ours.

And may, on the other end of the ice, the sainted Datsyuk, the multitalented Zetterberg, the crease-master Tomas Holmstrom, the boards-gladiator Dallas Drake, the equus mulus Franzen decide.

That said, keeping in mind that a 10-second blackout is enough for an epic tragedy, to the nasty, scurrilous, and of-no-life Nashville Pedators, we’ll give the pain of defeat.

Tonight’s game will, also, be a will-o-meter. Not just for those who will be with red on at the JLA, but a test to our will as fans, as Wing-Nuts.

If you are expecting a loss to use that flagitious expression “I knew that,” refrain from passin the negative energy to our boys. Turn off your computer, TV or radio. Put on a Radiohead CD while you browse the last issue of the Rolling Stones magazine. Let us, who believe, raise our fists at each Red Wings’ goal, at each “great save by Osgood” (watched by Terry Sawchuk, from a better place than this).

Today is a great day to strike in the quest to the 11th Stanley Cup. Today our faithful and willing idol, Steve Y, will be on the stands. I’m with him. What about you?