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0205230407
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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020523
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Thursday, May 23, 2002
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METRO FINAL
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NWS
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1A
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Photo JULIAN H. GONZALEZ/Detroit Free Press
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Who's the happiest man in Denver? It's the man in the middle -- Wings
defenseman Fredrik Olausson, who scored in overtime. Joining his celebration
are Sergei Fedorov, left, and Brendan Shanahan.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM FREE PRESS COLUMNIST
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WINGS 2, AVS 1 (OT)
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Copyright (c) 2002, Detroit Free Press
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MILE HIGH!
OLAUSSON'S GOAL IN OT COMPLETES A WINGS THRILLER
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DENVER -- Last year, at about this time, Fredrik Olausson was in a hospital
bed in Bern, Switzerland, with a ruptured spleen. The idea of scoring an
overtime goal in the Western Conference finals was as likely as his getting up
and doing the rumba.

But time passes and things change, and here he was, one year later, on
Wednesday night, in overtime, taking a pass in from Steve Yzerman and lining
up a big slap shot that somehow did what all the other great Detroit shots
could not do on this night -- got past Colorado's Patrick Roy.

"Did you even watch the playoffs last year?" someone asked Olausson, in the
upbeat Red Wings locker room, after his goal won Game 3 and gave the Wings a
precious 2-1 series lead.

"Did I watch the playoffs?" he said, laughing. "No. I couldn't. They didn't
have satellite TV in the hospital."

Freddie Olausson? HE scored the game-winner? That's right. He did. The guy who
doesn't get mentioned when people talk about Detroit's off-season
acquisitions. They say Hull. They say Robitaille. They say Hasek.

And they say, "Oh yeah, there's another free agent, a Swede, right?"

A Swede, indeed. Olausson got a phone call last spring from the Red Wings. He
had been out of the NHL. He'd been playing in Switzerland. He wasn't even sure
he'd go back.

But when he heard Detroit, he looked at his wife, "and she just nodded," he
said. "She said, 'You can't pass up this opportunity.' "

Back he came. Over the water. Into the Midwest. And Wednesday night, he
applied that "don't miss the opportunity" theory to the max.

His goal, nearly 13 minutes into overtime, was his first playoff goal in 10
years.

Ten years?

A Swede in need. A Swede, indeed.



That Roy magic

Now, I can hear the talk already. What about the big guns? How many nights can
you count on Freddie Olausson's scoring?

The answer is, that's a dumb question.

You win any way you can in the playoffs. And Detroit was certainly not above
taking anything that would get past Roy on Wednesday night. The Colorado
netminder was his usual brilliant self, so good, in fact, that as the night
went on, as the air got thinner, as their lungs got hungrier, the Red Wings
seemed like victims of a three-card monte scheme.

When they were sure a goal was under the middle card, they came up empty. When
they were sure they had one on the left -- empty again. On the right -- wrong
again. In the middle -- nope, sorry. Roy was always there. And if not Roy,
then some other Avalanche stick or body.

After a while, the whole thing felt rigged. Could they really be playing this
hard, getting this many shots -- ultimately outshooting Colorado, 42-21 -- and
still be no more than tied in overtime? Steve Yzerman, dead in front --
blocked! Brendan Shanahan on a rebound, three feet away -- blocked! Sergei
Fedorov, twisting, turning, unleashing cannon fire on Roy -- stopped! All
these big guns, firing blanks? What to do?

Call Freddie. His shot took the life out of the Pepsi Center fans, and
reminded them that the Red Wings didn't come all this way to lie down.

House loses.

A Swede's good deed.



Don't forget Luc

"We were skating really hard tonight, offensively and defensively as well,"
said Robitaille, who broke his own goal-less streak with a ricochet off his
skate in the third period that would have made a pinball envious. The shot
originated off Fedorov's stick, then hit Roy, hit another Av, hit another Av,
hit Robitaille's skate, and went in.

"I'll take it," Robitaille said.

Who wouldn't? It was that kind of night. Adjustments. New faces. Give the
Wings and Scotty Bowman credit for being flexible and not standing foolishly
by a plan that had flaws. Nicklas Lidstrom was switched to Peter Forsberg and
netted him like a butterfly much of the night. Chris Chelios was assigned
mostly to Joe Sakic, and you rarely heard his name.

Robitaille was deliberately given more ice time, and he responded with his
most aggressive game and who knows? Maybe next time, he actually scores a goal
with his stick.

So the Wings take the series lead, with a game even Colorado fans have to
admit Detroit dominated. What does it mean? It means the Wings breathe a
little easier for a few days. That's all. This thing is far from done.

A word about "the big guns scoring" -- a phrase that has been overused the
last 48 hours in Detroit, as fans and analysts look for some kind of angle.
Sure, you need your big guns to score. What team doesn't? But on the Red
Wings, they can't all score at once, not unless you score nine goals a night.
There are too many big guns. Sometimes the way they contribute is with a pass,
or drawing defenders. Olausson's goal doesn't happen without Yzerman's pass.
To rant and rave that, with so many scorers, the Wings should have way more
goals is to fail to grasp that 1) only a few of those guys can play at a time,
and 2) they are playing the best defensive team in the NHL.

But no complaints this morning. Not from the big guns, and not from "the other
guy" in the off-season acquisitions, Big Freddie (No Spleen) Olausson, a
35-year-old defenseman who would much rather be here than where he was last
year. A locker room looks good compared to a hospital bed. And his hotel room
even has satellite TV.

Then again, he doesn't need a small screen to experience the magic of the
playoffs.

He just lived it.



Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or  albom@freepress.com. Catch "Albom in
the Afternoon" 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WJR-AM (760). Also catch "Monday Sports
Albom" 7-8 p.m. Mondays on WJR.
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HOCKEY;RED WINGS;GAME;SPT
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