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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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960427
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Saturday, April 27, 1996
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1B
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1996, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
WINGS HIT 'EM WITH THEIR BEST SHOT --
AND IT ISN'T ENOUGH
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It turned out the writers, critics, talk show hosts and fans were all
worried about the wrong goaltender. The guys in red weren't the problem. It
was the guy in blue, a young bearded Russian whose  last name -- Khabibulin --
sounds likes something you receive in a blood transfusion. And fittingly, he
pumped life into a team that was supposed to be dead, and a nervous shiver
into a team that was  supposed to be resting this morning.

  "Take the best word you can think of," gushed Winnipeg's Keith Tkachuk,
"and that's the word for what Nik did tonight!"

  How about astounding, annoying,  amazing, aggravating, impenetrable,
impossible, incredible?
  Or, how about "call the travel agent."
  Backward, march! Instead of the weekend off, the Wings are returning to the
airport. Instead  of a warming trend, they return to snow. Instead of being
finished with eighth-seeded Winnipeg, they have a Game 6 in the meanest arena
in hockey, and the most likely place to get hit in the head with  a whitefish.
  Backward, march. The Wings did everything but turn the Jets upside down and
shake the loose change out of their pockets Friday night, yet they came away
empty-handed, nothing to show for a night in which they had more shots than an
Oliver Stone movie. They were beaten with less offense, fewer power plays and
a weaker effort everywhere but in the net. And what was supposed to be a
"nice try" for the Jets against a  superior Detroit team is now turning into a
Custer's Last Stand for Canadian hockey, and the last thing the Wings need is
to become a symbol for American capitalism.  Hey, all they're trying to do is
win a Stanley Cup!
  "I've ever seen a better performance by a goaltender against us," said the
Wings' Chris Osgood, who, for his part, faced only 18 shots in the Wings'  3-1
loss to the Jets. "Even from where I was standing, it seemed like so many
pucks could have gone in, but they went past the net, over the net, to the
side of the net -- everywhere but by him."
  In the end, even the home equipment seemed to be stacked against the Wings.
The Jets' winning goal came off a Red Wing's stick. A deflected shot by Sergei
Fedorov that would have tied the game clinked  the goal post and ricocheted
away. And a final clearing pass by Winnipeg -- only its 19th shot of the night
-- found its way to an open goal, which swallowed it like a frog swallows a
fly.
  Backward,  march.
An iron curtain 
  "For me, it is easier when I face 50 shots than when I face 30," said
Nikolai Khabibulin, who -- if you believe the shot board -- stopped 51 Red
Wings offerings Friday night.  "I had fun out there."
  Well. That makes one of us.
  But one is all it takes -- if the one is the goalie. Let's face it. The
Jets didn't even arrive until Thursday night, having been snowed in  back in
Winnipeg. All signs seemed to point to this script:  get dressed, skate out
there, give the Wings as good a game as, say, the Washington Generals give the
Harlem Globetrotters, and go home for  the season.
  But someone forgot to give the script to Khabibulin. From the start of the
game, he went high, low, straight up, way down. He used his legs, his arms, he
stopped slap shots and chip  shots, baseball swings and double-pokes. Time and
time again, the Wings would swarm, often with a one-man advantage, and one
time with a two-man advantage, and time and time again, he would close them
down.
  Here was Igor Larionov with a beautiful drop pass to Slava Kozlov, no more
than four feet from the goal, shot -- blocked! Here was Keith Primeau weaving
his big body through three defenders,  shooting as he slid to the ice --
stopped! Here was Slava Fetisov with a point-blank rebound -- save! Here was
Paul Coffey, Bob Errey, Doug Brown, Dino Ciccarelli,  all with point-blank
shots -- all  denied.
  There's a rule of thumb in the NHL. When your shot total is higher than the
Dow Jones, and you still lose, blame the man in the mask.
  Khabibulin was an iron curtain.
On the road again
  So now we go back to Winnipeg, which is a little like saying let's go back
to the holding pen. The Wings players had no idea about plane times and
practice schedules for Game 6 before Friday's Game  5. "No way," Ciccarelli
said. "We weren't even thinking about having to play another game. I'm not
saying we took them lightly, but we didn't plan on losing."
  The weight now is on the Wings, and  the one thing they need to guard
against is letting mental pressure affect physical play. Hard as it may seem
to believe this morning, the Wings remain the far superior team, and as long
as they play  their game, they will win this series. "I think we feel if we
put 50 shots up on him again, we'll win," said captain Steve Yzerman.
  Exactly. The key is to believe you can. That's easier said than  done, when
an army of white-shirted fans are throwing their trash can contents at your
heads.
  "Hey, no one said it would be easy," said Osgood, using the most convenient
cliche. Of course, no one  said their goalie would be this good, either. The
Wings have nearly doubled the Jets' shots in this series. They hope now only
to double their victories 
  Backward, march.
  Whoda thunk it?
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