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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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960515
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Wednesday, May 15, 1996
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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NWS
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1A
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Photo Color JULIAN H. GONZALEZ Detroit Free Press  
Photo JULIAN H. GONZALEZ Detroit Free Press
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Red Wings surround winning goalie Chris Osgood after a few
anxious moments Tuesday night  in St. Louis.  The 4-2 victory
over the Blues means a showdown game Thursday in Detroit.
Red Wing Sergei Fedorov gets a double hit Tuesday night from
St. Louis Blues Brett Hull, background, and Murray  Baron.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION, Page 1A
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Copyright (c) 1996, Detroit Free Press
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JUST ANOTHER VICTORY
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ST. LOUIS --  Hold the applause. The Red Wings may have won a game, but
they have not earned cheers, not yet, and they will be the first to admit it.
You don't get anything for losing in seven games,  no more than you do for
losing in six, and this nerve-racking hockey series is still perched on the
edge of a very high cliff. The only difference now is that both teams are out
there together: one blue,  one red.

  That's red, not dead.

  "All we did was give ourselves a chance to play another game of hockey,"
said Kris Draper, who scored the biggest goal in the 4-2 victory over the St.
Louis Blues,  which kept the Detroit season alive, forced a decisive Game 7,
and, at least for the time being, kept certain fans from sticking their heads
in the oven.
  But for those who wish to send Draper and  company a big "Thank you," for
Game 6, well, with all due respect, no thanks are necessary -- because none
has been earned. The Wings still have plenty to worry about, as anyone who
almost fainted during  the last three minutes Tuesday night can tell you.
  Don't misunderstand. There was much to admire. Here, in a thumping building
with signs reading "Bye, Bye Octopi," was a serious Detroit effort,  with
players willing to drop and take a puck in the face to stop a shot, as Bob
Rouse did in the second period, slicing open his forehead, fracturing a bone.
  There was splendid goaltending -- until  the final minutes, anyhow -- from
young Chris Osgood, who continues to play well beyond his baby-face years, and
there was marvelous penalty killing by the Wings' biggest names. And yes, for
a blessed change, there was opportunistic scoring, with Igor Larionov getting
his stick on a shot and redirecting it past Blues goalie Jon Casey, and Dino
Ciccarelli nubbing a Paul Coffey shot into pay dirt.
  And there was the biggest play of the night, from -- of all people --
Draper. The redhead, acquired by the Wings for a dollar, scored a goal that
was worth a million, stealing a bad pass from Casey  and storming back at him,
whacking home a two- goal lead, which was the first time in days that I
actually saw the Red Wings breathe.
  "That was huge," said captain Steve Yzerman. "It was nice to finally  be
playing with a lead."
  Red, not dead.
 
History lesson 
  Now, Yzerman and others were quick to point out that winning three games is
not the same as winning four. The captain was asked about  his "guarantee"
that the Wings would return for Game 7, and he chuckled. "All that happened
was that someone asked me if I thought we'd played our last game at Joe Louis
Arena and I said no, we hadn't.  And I feel the same way now. I'm never going
to think we're supposed to lose this series."
  The truth is, they are not. They are not supposed to lose a series to the
Blues, they are not supposed to  lose four in a row to them, and they are not
supposed to lose four out of five to them. Hey, the difference between these
two teams in the regular season was 51 points. How big a margin is that? There
were years, not so long ago, when the Wings did not earn 51 points total.
  So hold the applause. You will be forgiven for waiting, for crossing your
arms, sitting on your hands, holding the back- slaps  until you see what
happens Thursday night. The fact is, the Wings themselves are doing the same.
  Remember, this is a team that didn't want to make big deal out of winning
the Central Division, and  even refused a group photo after breaking the
all-time NHL regular-season record for victories. "We haven't done anything,"
they said, shrugging, "if we haven't won the Cup."
  Well then, they certainly  haven't done anything by simply holding off
disaster for a night. And as anyone who watched Tuesday's 3-0 lead turn
quickly to a 3-2 hold-on-and-look-out- finish -- well, you know there is no
such thing  as relaxing until the final horn has happily sounded.
  So while it was sweet for Wings fans to see the Blues held in check for
most of the night, and to see Wayne Gretzky returned to planet Earth,  and to
see a  Detroit Russian finally score, and to see Coffey get back into things,
and to see the referee actually call penalties again, it will all be for
naught if Thursday night is another weird,  cursed evening.
  And it is not without precedent. Three years ago, the Wings came back from
a 3-2 deficit against Toronto, tied the series, then came home and lost it.
  You remember that, don't  you?
  Ah, ah, ah, get your head out of the oven. . . . 
 
Lucky break 
  Now, there may prove to be one good thing about this series -- should it
end in victory. The Wings will have faced the hardest  stone the devil can
throw in the playoffs -- not just elimination, but embarrassing elimination --
and they will have survived. This could serve them well down the line, if they
get in another win-or-else  situation. Last year, before the embarrassing
finals sweep, the toughest series the Wings had was a five-game affair with
Chicago. They advanced to the championship round in a mere 14 games.
  Thursday  night, they play their 13th game of this post- season -- just to
get out of the second round!
  "We'll need this experience," Ciccarelli said, sounding like a man who now
planned on using it. Two days  ago, the Wings couldn't breathe. Today they are
simply waiting to exhale.
  Before the team left for St. Louis, I asked Draper for a prediction.
  "Well," he said, smiling, "Let's hope Lady Luck  hops on Redbird One on our
way down. "
  Done.
  Now, let's hope she took the return flight back.
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HOCKEY; GAME; RED WINGS
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