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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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891117
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Friday, November 17, 1989
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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:
Adam Oates
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1989, Detroit Free Press
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WINGS' CONFIDENCE SIMPLY SHOT TO PIECES
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The light behind Greg Stefan was flashing red all night, like blood. How
fitting for a man who had suddenly become human target practice. "Kick off the
net!" some fan yelled, after the fourth puck  went past the Red Wings' goalie.
"Go ahead! Just kick off the net! That'll work better than you!"

  And this was a home game.

  Gruesome. They were showering the ice with boos. Forget about victory.
That went out the window the minute Stefan skated out on the ice Thursday
night, after Glen Hanlon pulled a groin and hobbled off. Not because Stefan is
the worst goalie in the league, which he is not,  although Thursday he did a
pretty good impersonation, but because, right now, on the Confidence Meter, he
is somewhere between "Wallflower" and "Death Row Convict."
  And the same goes for the rest  of this sorry team, which has gone 12 games
without a victory. Hey. How confident would you be when your fans start
cheering for the opponents' goals? It's easy to kick the Wings when they're
down. The  question is, what for? And what's left to kick? The offense is a
sputter. The defense is a flop. The goaltending is nothing that couldn't be
fixed by turning the net around.
  And I like these guys.
Little  life left in Wings 
  But I can't save them. They were snowed under by a chorus of disapproval
Thursday in the ugliest display I have seen in Joe Louis Arena since the team
was nicknamed the Dead Wings.  In fact, it was worse. Back in those days, fans
just shrugged. There was an excuse. No talent. No coaching.
  No such luck this time. On paper the Wings should be much better. Maybe
they should play  on paper. It's gotta be better than ice.
  "There's a right way to lose and a wrong way to lose," said Shawn Burr,
after the Wings dropped their seventh straight, 7-2, to the St. Louis Blues.
"The  right way is to at least make them know they played you. Make them work.
Check them hard. We're not doing that."
  In fact, after the game, the Blues looked ready for a night at the opera.
While the  Wings -- and their fans -- began another fruitless search for a
theory. Maybe it's the defense. Maybe it's the lack of offense. Maybe it's the
new guys. Maybe it's the old guys. Maybe it's the water.
  Oh, sure, there were plenty who saw Adam Oates (four assists) and Paul
MacLean (two goals) skating freely for St. Louis, while Bernie Federko flailed
and Tony McKegney sat for Detroit. And they said,  "Ah ha. That trade! That's
what sunk us!"
  But that's too easy. The trade didn't make four of the first five shots
Stefan faced go zipping past him.  The trade didn't make Burr miss goalie, net
and  post on a wide-open breakaway. The trade didn't cause Brent Fedyk to miss
a shot within spitting distance of the St. Louis goal, only to be upstaged
seconds later by Doug Houda, who raced in inches from  the net and somehow
sent the puck to the wall.  Hey. Guys. It's hockey, not handball.
  But they know that. And they're better than this. "I still think the Wings
will win the Norris Division," Oates  said of his former teammates. Geez.
Maybe Jacques Demers should get this guy back -- then put him in charge of
Assertiveness Training.
  Because the Wings need help desperately -- especially with Hanlon  gone,
perhaps for weeks. They are as brittle as china now; not their bodies, their
minds. Watch them play. They will come out hard, get a bad break -- a quick
goal by the opposition -- and they'll heave  with the breath of resignation.
You can see them sag. Suddenly, hard shots seem destined for goalies pads. The
checking dies. Effort turns to smoke and blows away.
Who will lead the pack? 
  "If it's  one man's fault, and I'm the man, then maybe management should do
something about me," sighed Demers, who loves this team so much he is willing
to fall on the sword for it. Sadly, this team needs leadership,  not
martyrdom.  What it mostly needs is confidence, which is the opposite of
calories: easy to lose and hard to put back on. Ending this streak will take
more than a victory. It will take some real goaltending. It will take some
hard defense. It will take shots that do not specialize in hitting the glass.
And it will take all that happening at least four or five times in victory,
until it becomes  a habit again, not a special occasion.
  I honestly believe it will happen. Sooner or later. The roster can't lie
that much. 
  Until then, however, it gets uglier down at the rink. Thursday night,  one
Red Wing took a shot and the puck landed in the seats. A fan threw it back on
the ice.
  The way things are going, Stefan as lucky it didn't roll through his legs.
  Mitch Albom will sign copies  of "Bo," co-authored with Bo Schembechler,
and "Decade of Champions," the Free Press's new collection, today at Little
Professor Bookstore in Ann Arbor, 5 to 6 p.m., and Borders in Novi, 7:30 to
8:30 p.m.
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