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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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Wednesday, May 04, 1988
METRO FINAL CHASER
1D
MITCH ALBOM
Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
RED WINGS ARE CAUGHT STAR-GAZING
EDMONTON, Alberta -- It was quick and silent murder. Played inside a sterile
Northlands Coliseum -- where an electronic voice has to urge the spoiled crowd
to chant "Here we go, Oilers" -- the Red Wings discovered what everyone had
been warning them about in this Campbell Conference Final:
These are not the Toronto Maple Leafs.
These are not the St. Louis Blues.
These are the Edmonton Oilers, hockey's answer to the driver's training
manual, and with all guns firing, they made the Red Wings seem out of place
Tuesday night, lost, overwhelmed, at times even helpless. That was the ugly
truth of this 4-1 defeat in Game 1. That is the dark nightmare the Wings must
face the rest of the way.
"Not like that, like this," every Edmonton pass seemed to say to every
Detroit pass. "Stick to stick, clean and crisp."
"Not like that, like this," every Edmonton shot seemed to say to every
Detroit shot. "Straight and hard and to the net. The purpose, after all, is to
score."
Yes. To score. On Tuesday night, the Wings had a hard enough time just
shooting. They were outshot, 32-16, a ridiculous margin. On six power-play
chances they managed just six shots on goal. That's not good defense by the
Oilers. That's a damn cork.
"We spent too much time watching them play," said a disappointed coach
Jacques Demers afterward. "It was like we were in awe of them. Like we said,
'These are the Edmonton Oilers, the Stanley Cup champions, look at them.' I
thought we were over all that, but we just went out there and watched."
You can almost understand it -- but like Demers, you cannot accept it. The
Wings knew they were not facing a Norris Division rival this time around.
These are the Edmonton Oilers, who stormed Calgary in the Smythe Division
Finals last week the same way the Russians stormed Calgary two months ago at
the Winter Olympics. You go out there like an audience, and you might as well
attend your own funeral.
This is what the Wings saw Tuesday night: Wayne Gretzky. Over there. Then
over there. Then over here, then there, then here again. Gretzky was simply
everything his press releases say he is, and at times he held center stage the
way Curly Neal used to do it with the Harlem Globetrotters, dribbling in
circles, daring anyone out there to "catch me if you can." Gretzky was in on
each of the Oilers' first three goals -- three assists, beautiful passes.
He didn't need to be there on No. 4. Esa Tikkanen, whose main role was to
shadow Petr Klima, took a weak deflected pass from the Wings' Dave Barr, and
broke away down the ice. He cut left at the last second, leaving Wings'
goalie Greg Stafan sprawled helplessly on the ice. Flick went the stick. In
went the puck.
Good night, Detroit.
"It was like all night long we were in between, sitting back and playing
defense and taking charge and playing offense," a weary Stefan said in the
locker room afterwards. "They got all the neutral ice, and you can't give guys
like Gretzky and (Mark) Messier that kind of room. They'll kill you."
Death by excellence.
Just hours before the game, the Wings had been upbeat, high on their chances
in this series, half of them sporting the new Red Wings hairdo -- red and
white down the side of the head. But all the color in the world couldn't
prepare them for the dazzle they received when Edmonton revved it up. This was
a team playing with purpose, with definition, with excellence.
In other words, playing typical Oilers hockey. The Edmonton fans are so
accustomed to this that you can barely hear them in their home arena. A
beautiful pass draws a smattering of applause. A strong shot brings an
occasional "ooh." A goal brings the kind of applause Red Wings fans give when
their team breaks up a power play.
But applause does not win games. Hockey does. So here, on this night when
you could hear the players yelling instructions from high up in the press box,
Edmonton outmaneuvered, outpassed, outshot and outdefended the Wings. And in
the end, the Edmonton fans rallied long enough to chant an unnerving mantra:
"SWEEP! SWEEP! SWEEP!"
That hurts.
Now, OK. It is not impossible to beat the Oilers. It simply takes
everything you can muster. The Wings actually may have been expecting a
tougher time in Game 1, because Edmonton was determined not to make the same
mistake it did in last year's semifinal, when it lost the opener. This time
Game 2 may be the best one to steal. But it won't be done if the Wings repeat
Tuesday night's effort. No way.
"Nice game," the Edmonton skates seemed to say to the Detroit skates as
they left the ice with the final horn. "You gave it a good try. Watch how we
do it next time. It's easy."
No thanks. The Wings have done enough star-gazing already.
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