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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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880512
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Thursday, May 12, 1988
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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WINGS LOST MUCH MORE THAN A GAME
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EDMONTON, Alberta --  Long before the puck was dropped here Wednesday
night, before the Detroit hockey season saw its sad and bitter conclusion with
that final 8-4 loss to Edmonton, there was a crack  in the heart of this Red
Wings team. It may take a long, long time to mend.

  We are  talking about an incident that left half the team angry, and its
coach almost numb with disbelief. It is not a story I want to write. It is not
a story you want to read -- not this morning, when we should be paying tribute
to the fine effort of the Wings all year.

  On the night before the biggest game of their  season, eight Red Wings
players went out drinking. Not all together. Not all with the intent of
getting drunk. But they stayed out late, well past curfew -- a curfew that
wasn't being checked because,  as coach Jacques Demers would say: "We never
ever thought we'd need to enforce curfew when our team reached the final four
of hockey." 
  And one of the culprits was Bob Probert.
  This will break  your heart. It already broke Demers'. Probert has been
battling alcoholism for years. It has tackled him, trashed him, landed him in
jail. Yet recently, with the help of medication, he seemed to have  it under
control. He was playing his best hockey of the year and was Detroit's top
performer against Edmonton.
  Yet there he was Tuesday night, less than 24 hours before Game 5 of the
Campbell Conference  final, at a nightclub called Goose Loonies. He came with
Petr Klima (who is out of the lineup with a broken thumb). By all accounts, it
was Klima who encouraged Probert to go out, and if that is true,  Klima should
be so ashamed he should turn in his uniform right now.
  "My God, Petr Klima could be ready to play if we reach the finals,"  Demers
said Wednesday afternoon, his face red with anger and  disappointment. "If he
keeps the big guy eating ice cream, he might get a chance at it. Instead they
do this . . . "
  He sighed. He looked like he was going to cry. He talked about how Probert
and  Darren Veitch returned to the hotel drunk, after an assistant coach found
them at the bar. I have never seen news affect Demers like this. He looked as
if the police had just knocked on his door and  told him his children had been
arrested.
  "Klima and Bobby could have spent the most wonderful summer of their lives
this summer," Demers said. "People thought so much of them. The way they
played  this year. All the adulation. Now, they'll hear about this instead.
For one night. One night. It's not worth it  . . . "
  "It's just not worth it."
  Probert, who was allowed to play by Demers Wednesday  night, looked awful
on the ice ("God-awful," Demers said afterwards). He was sluggish. The fire
from the earlier games was gone. By the second period, Demers had moved him
off the first line and onto  the second. What happened? Was it the night
before? Was it the knowledge that he had let down his coach, perhaps for the
last time?
  "It definitely had an effect on our whole team," said a weary Demers.  "We
came out flat in the first period.  There was a loss of respect going on.
  "My first thought when this happened was to send them all home, but I felt
I owed it to the fans to put the best team  I could out on the ice."
  OK. Let's be clear about what happened here. First, remember this was not
all the Red Wings, just a handful -- reportedly, Klima, Probert, Veitch, John
Chabot, Joe Kocur,  Darren Eliot and two others.
  Having said that, let us say this: Anyone on this team who encourages,
accompanies or allows Bob Probert near alcohol is committing an unforgivable
crime. The guy has  already been junk-heaped by booze. As a fellow human
being, you keep him away from the stuff.  Then you can worry about the Stanley
Cup playoffs. Going out there with a hangover sure isn't going to help  your
team's chances.
  Which doesn't absolve Probert. "Hey, he's 22," Demers said, sighing. "He's
an adult. Nobody had to twist his arm."
  One night. The night before a game they had played all  year to reach. Why
do this? For what? Aren't there dozens of other nights, summer nights, when
you can have a few beers and safely enjoy yourself? Demers and the rest of the
Wings have worked so hard  to build a team that may have lacked superstars but
always had heart -- a heart that never seemed to beat louder than on Monday
night at Joe Louis Arena, in a breathtaking 4-3 overtime loss to the Oilers. 
  Just two nights later, the heart was slashed, the character wounded.
  "Do you think the players involved in this incident just said, 'Well, we
can't win this series,' after Monday?" Demers was  asked. "Is that why they
did it?"
  He bit his lip.
  "If they did, then I don't want players like that on my team."  When
contacted about this, both Klima and Probert denied they were even out
Tuesday night. This, despite the fact that Demers had addressed the situation
in a team meeting earlier Wednesday.  He told his team the press might find
out. He told them he would not shield the players  involved.
  Now. All right. This is not a witch-hunt. No doubt some teams make a
practice of drinking the night before games. Fine. But the Wings had rules, an
agreement amongst themselves that they would do whatever it took to be at
their very best against Edmonton. They certainly were not Wednesday night.
  "It put a black cloud over what we accomplished," said Steve Yzerman, the
Wings captain,  in the locker room after the game. "It's not a big thing, but
in some ways it is a big thing.  I don't agree with what they did, but we're
all adults.  I'm not going to be their babysitter."
  How  sad. These were their rules.  Demers' rules. All the coach has done
for these players is treat them with respect, with dignity, with love. He has
stuck with Probert longer than most people would, simply  because Demers'
father died an alcoholic, and the coach sympathizes. But Tuesday was not the
first rule-break by the kid. It was not the second. It was not the third, nor
the fifth nor the seventh.
  "It's my biggest disappointment since coming to Detroit," said Demers,
before a game that would only confirm those fears. "It's totally
unprofessional. It hurt me more than anything."
  In the coming  days, we may see the repercussions. Demers vowed to "take
some action right away, like tomorrow." He said he let Probert play Wednesday
only because of the innocent guys on the team who wanted nothing  more than to
win. Guys like Steve Yzerman, who fought all the odds to play again in this
series, and Glen Hanlon, who has killed himself emotionally defending against
the Oilers, and Brent Ashton, Gerard  Gallant, Harold Snepsts, Shawn Burr. Run
down the list. Veterans. Young kids. They deserve better than a betrayal from
their own ranks. And that is what it was. If you had seen the faces of some of
the  Red Wings Wednesday, you'd know it was true.
  Not the story I wanted to write. Not the one you wanted to read. This
Detroit team played gallantly all year, and it should be coming home knowing
that  everyone gave his best to the end. Instead, the Wings lost the game,
they lost the playoff series -- and a handful of them lost something more
important. They lost trust. They lost spirit. They broke  their coach's heart,
and there's no excusing that.
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