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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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970604
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Wednesday, June 04, 1997
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METRO FINAL
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NWS
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1A
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Photo MARY SCHROEDER/Detroit Free Press
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Wing Darren McCarty and Flyer Karl Dykhuis battle Tuesday. Game
3: 8 p.m. Thursday  in Detroit.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL CHASER, PAGE 1A
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Copyright (c) 1997, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
WINGS WIN AGAIN TWO MORE AND DETROIT REACHES HOCKEY HEAVEN
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PHILADELPHIA --  Brendan Shanahan lives by a wise old hockey philosophy:
Don't think.

Skate hard. Take shots. Do what comes naturally, that's what he's been
taught. The more you think, the more  you muck it up.

 
  So when he skated across the middle in the opening minutes of Game 2
Tuesday night, he was open, and he didn't think. He shot, hard and fast. The
puck went right past new goalie Garth Snow. That was the first dagger.

  And in the final period, with the score dangerously close, he skated down
on the wing and he came a perfect pass from Martin Lapointe. Shanahan, the son
of Irish  immigrants, was in clover again. He didn't think, he simply shot,
hard and fast. It turned Snow to slush. 

  And that was the final dagger.

  "What was in your brain when you scored that last goal?" someone asked
Shanahan after the Wings' 4-2 victory.

  "My brain?" Shanahan said, laughing. "What's that?"

  Halfway to heaven. The Wings saw a different Philadelphia team Tuesday
night, but they  beat it the same way: neutralizing the mighty Flyers forwards
and taking advantage of a less-than-stellar goalie between the pipes. They
have two victories in the two tries in this best-of-seven series,  and they
are coming home to an adoring city with delicious possibilities dancing in
their heads.

  Never mind the hard-body attack the Flyers mounted this night. Never mind
the crushing checks, the  much improved Flyers offense, or that the Wings blew
a two-goal lead in the first period. In this series, if you're Detroit and you
blow a two-goal lead, you just go out and get another one.

  "It  doesn't matter who they put in there," captain Steve Yzerman had said
when informed that the Flyers were switching goaltenders for Game 2. "We shoot
at the net, not the individual." 

  And so far,  the shots prevail. The Flyers, who entered this series with
the reputation of a heavyweight bruiser, have proven to have a glass jaw: It's
covered by a goalie mask, but it's a glass jaw just the same.

  By the final minutes Tuesday night, CoreStates Center was quiet and somber,
and the fans had one eye on the baseball stadium across the street.

  The Red Wings, meanwhile, were flying home -- and  I'm not sure they needed
the plane. 

  Halfway to heaven.

 

Maltby's glory 

  Now make no mistake, the Flyers gave the Wings a much tougher fight in Game
2 than they did in Game 1. Having already changed goalies once, and finding
themselves with a replacement who was shaky at best, Philly did the only thing
left: It limited the Red Wings' shots. The Wings had a dozen in the first 10
minutes.  The next dozen took them nearly two periods. The Flyers did this
with bruising checks, and with an improved offense of their own. Unlike
Saturday night, they kept the puck in the Wings' end much of the  night.

  But if the Wings couldn't keep them off their ice, they did keep them out
of their net. After two power-play goals in the first period -- neither of
which he could have stopped -- Mike Vernon  put the clamps on. He stopped 29
shots, and continued a streak previously thought impossible. Eric Lindros has
now gone two games without a goal, and didn't earn a point Tuesday night.

  The nightmare  continues for the City of Brotherly Love. Motown  pounds
with dreamy excitement.

  And dreamy is the right adjective. The dream continues for Yzerman, who
suffered with this franchise for so many years and is now playing big, the way
big stars should. He scored the second goal for the Wings Tuesday night,
poking in his own rebound, and also played stellar defense.

  The dream also continues for Kirk  Maltby, the Sports Illustrated cover
boy, who may retire that jinx once and for all. Since gracing SI's magazine,
he has scored two goals in the Stanley Cup finals, including the actual
game-winner Tuesday  night, a 45-foot slapper that broke the backs of the
Flyers and their fans.

  And Maltby doesn't score goals, remember?

  "I didn't even see it go in," Maltby said. "I was already backchecking to
play defense when I saw the puck come out. This whole thing has been like what
you dream about as a kid."

  After Tuesday, Maltby may throw out his alarm clock.

  The dream goes on for Vernon, who  is two victories from the most amazing
goalie story of the year, and one victory away from a contract extension. Make
no mistake: the difference in the goalies is the difference in this series.
For once,  isn't it nice not to be the team that worries about its netminder?

  And, of course, the dream continues for Shanahan. 

  "Can you believe I began this year in Hartford?" he said the other day,
marveling  at where he is. Talk about a trade bearing fruit. Shanahan has had
big goals all playoffs, and Tuesday he started the scoring and he finished it.

  Actually, he could have done it earlier. In the first period, with the
Wings already ahead, 2-0, and the building sounding like a morgue, Shanahan
took a breakaway pass and was all alone, zeroing in on Snow. Shanahan dipped,
ducked and got Snow to commit.  The goalie went down. The gulping noise you
heard was 20,000 fans swallowing at the same time.

  But Shanahan could not settle the puck, and when he finally shot, he hit
the side of the post. The 20,000  fans heaved a sigh of relief.

  Two periods later, Shanahan took their breath away again.

  Funny, isn't it? Philly fans had coveted Shanahan when he was trade bait in
Hartford. Tuesday night may  be the last look they get at him this season.

 

Coffey's struggles 

  A moment here for irony. Paul Coffey, one of the two big players traded for
Shanahan, had a miserable game. Shanahan's first goal  went off Coffey's
skate. The Wings' second goal came on a power play caused by Coffey's hooking
penalty. And on the third goal, Coffey was the only man between Maltby and the
net. When the young Wing  fired, Coffey pulled his skates together -- perhaps
to avoid another ricochet. Instead it made him look like a statue when the
puck went in.

  So in a way, Coffey was in on all three of the Wings'  first scores -- and
he's been on the ice for six of the Wings' eight goals in this series. I have
always liked Coffey, and I thought in many ways he was good for the Wings. But
he certainly was good  for them Tuesday night.

  "I don't want to say anything bad about Paul," said Wings coach Scotty
Bowman. "If Paul were with this team instead of the one he was with, we'd
still be winning. He's a Hall  of Fame player."

  That's kindness talking. Bowman has privately said the Wings would never
win a Cup with Coffey on the team. Right or wrong as a statement, it's proving
true as a philosophy.

 And that is one of the little things that makes you think the series is
tilted Detroit's way. The roster is working. The attitude is working. The
Wings came into a foreign building and left with two  victories. Whatever
they're trying is working. And they don't get rattled. When the Wings blew
their lead, they put their heads down and started again.

  Don't think. Don't analyze. Get out there and  do what comes naturally. You
could see something relaxed and happy in the expression of Brendan Shanahan
after the final goal. He raised his arms in triumph and the whole thing seems
so . . . natural.

  Halfway to heaven, and coming home.

  The way the Wings are playing, can Thursday come fast enough?
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RED WINGS; HOCKEY; GAME; PLAYOFF; SPT
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