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9001060157
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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900209
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Friday, February 09, 1990
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1C
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
HELP IN NET MUST BE RED WINGS' TOP GOAL
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In the heat of the ice war, when the bodies are slamming and the hearts are
pumping and the fans are banging on the glass, it is possible, just for a
moment, to forget the problems. It is possible to  forget that the confidence
on this team is down to fumes, that resentment over past trades still festers
like a sore, that these Red Wings are in deep and dire trouble.

  And then something happens  to remind them.

  It usually happens around the net.
  Take Thursday night. Here are  the Wings, who are breathing like a clogged
lung these days, on a rare surge of emotion, their players suddenly  charged,
fighting for the puck, Dave Barr against the boards,  locked in a body grip,
now it comes to John Chabot, slapping with his stick as a defender drapes over
him, now to Steve Chiasson, who pokes  it through a defender's legs, slides
around the front of the net and puts it inside.
  "SCORE!" scream the announcers. A ray of hope. The Chicago lead has been
cut to 5-4. "Maybe," says the voice inside  the Detroit head. "Maybe now we
come back."
  And maybe not. Just seconds later, before the crowd has even stopped
buzzing, Chiasson falls  trying to defend Dirk Graham. All alone, Graham chugs
down  the ice, draws Glen Hanlon flat on his stomach, then flicks the puck
over his head and into the net.
  Silence.
  So much for tonight.
  Woe is Wingdom. This has been the murderous pattern of this murderous
season. No breaks. No luck. No defense. No goaltending. That breakaway goal
was the Blackhawks' sixth score -- and the most forgivable. You should have
seen the others.  Let's face it. Hanlon  is a wonderful guy, he would take a
knife for the team, but he cannot do the job alone. He's exhausted. And Greg
Stefan is wounded and maybe finished. And Sam St. Laurent and Tim Cheveldae
are not the  answers.
  Read the control panel, folks. SITUATION: DESPERATE. This team needs
goaltending the way John Elway needs a vacation.
The playoffs? Don't ask 
  Forget about the playoffs. I don't know  why people are worried about that.
True, not making the  Stanley Cup playoffs is like not getting into a free
concert in Central Park. But what difference would it make? The way the Wings
are performing?  Do you really want to see that in the playoffs?
  Better to concentrate on the problems at hand. Fix what's broke.
  1) Goaltending.
  2) Goaltending.
  3) Goaltending.
  Or didn't you watch  what went on Thursday night? In the first period, the
Blackhawks scored two quick goals on a power play. They made it look like
elementary school. That was off St. Laurent.
  Then poor Sam took a puck  off his head. By the second period, Hanlon --
who should have had the night off -- was in the net. Hello, Glen. Oops. Just
18 seconds passed before the first puck went scooting past him. Before the
next intermission, four more would do the same.
  "We know where the problem is," said coach Jacques Demers after the 8-6
defeat. "I have to talk to Jimmy D. about it. We have to do something. Glennie
needs  help out there. He really needs help."
  Well. That's like saying Noriega has to do something about his legal
problem. Hanlon is overworked. He must think the Red Wings run a sweat shop.
General manager  Devellano says he has tried the goalie market, but he can't
get anything. That's not a good enough answer. 
  How would you feel if you were the Wings players before each game, knowing
you had to score  six goals to have a chance?
It's time to rebuild 
  Whatever it takes. Goaltending. Priority No. 1. It is a hole in the heart
of the team right now.
  There are other concerns. Defense. Attitude.  There is resentment on this
team, and grumbling and even dissension. Many of the players are still
stinging over the Bernie Federko- for-Adam Oates trade. Others resent the
handling of the Petr Klima,  Adam Graves and Joe Murphy trade to Edmonton.
Others question the philosophy of the team, and occasionally, even the
coaching methods.
  But much of that would be soothed with some victories. And you  won't see
any of those until you see a stopper in front of the net. Hockey is fast and
furious and brutal and bloody, but it is still fairly simple. Put your pucks
in and stop the other guys'.
  In  the final minute Thursday, Chicago's Adam Creighton slapped a goal into
an empty Detroit net. Joe Louis Arena was three-quarters empty.
  Funny. Three seasons ago, the Blackhawks were swept out of the playoffs by
a hungry, hard-checking Red Wings team. 
  Can you imagine if that series was played this year?
  Fix what's broke. Get some goaltending. People are talking about Minnesota
and the  standings, and "how many wins it will take." But they should be less
concerned with making the playoffs and more concerned with remaking the team.
  After all, the way they're going, even if the Wings  made the playoffs,
they would quickly disappear.
  If only we could say that about their other problems.
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HOCKEY; DREDWINGS;Red Wings
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