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9701160341
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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970605
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Thursday, June 05, 1997
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM Free Press Sports Writer
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SPECIAL SECTION; STANLEY CUP FINALS
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Copyright (c) 1997, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
MY TOUR OF THE JOE A HAIR-RAISING EVENT
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On behalf of our beloved city of Detroit, I would like to officially
welcome the out-of-town media and other honored guests, especially those fans
from Philadelphia. I'm guessing that would be you  folks with the signs, "HEY,
COFFEY, BITE ME!"

I know that Joe Louis Arena, site of Games 3 and 4 of these Stanley Cup
finals, may be new to you people. So I've arranged this private tour. If
you'll  follow me. . . . 

 
  This is the main entrance. I'm sorry, but those of you carrying octopi will
have to leave them here. Just throw them on that pile of dead mollusks. Yes,
it's true, we used to love to cover the ice with slimy, wet creatures, but the
arena is under a no-octo rule this year. It's a voluntary thing, and we-

  Wait . . . that smell . . . You, sir! What's that in your pants? 

 GUARDS! SEIZE HIM!

  Now, then, folks, if you'd walk this way. Here we pass the executive
offices, home to the small army of Red Wings officials who work for the Ilitch
organization. IMPORTANT SAFETY  TIP: Never, while in this building, utter the
sentence, "Boy, do I feel like a Domino's pizza."

  OK. Here we have the Red Wings locker room. As you see, on the right wall
are plaques of famous Detroit  names, such as Delvecchio, Abel and Howe. You
Philly fans might be interested in this tidbit: Not a single one was ever
associated with the word "sucks" on a local radio station.

  And here is coach  Scotty Bowman's office. There's the front room, where he
answers questions, and there's the back room, which we have never seen. I once
heard a big explosion in there. Someone said that's the lab where  Scotty
created Vladimir Konstantinov.

  Keep walking. . . . 

 

Find all the goalies

  In front of you is the treatment area. Actually, in front of you is a
curtain, and behind the curtain is the  treatment area, and there's another
curtain, and behind it is the showers, and another curtain, and behind it is
the exercise room, and another curtain, and behind it is a dressing area.

  If you feel  like you're in a cubicle at The Gap, that's because Scotty
decided to curtain off the entire locker room. I'm not sure why. We don't ask
Scotty questions like "Why?" because they lead to second questions,  like
"Huh?"

  This way . . . around the corner. . . . 

  OK, here we see the players' lockers. The first one belongs to Kevin
Hodson, the backup goalie. He's the one with facial hair. And next to  him is
backup goalie Chris Osgood, who also has facial hair. And next to him is Mike
Vernon, whom you may address as God.

  Next comes the foreign language section. There is Martin Lapointe, who
speaks French and has facial hair; Tomas Holmstrom, who speaks Swedish and has
facial hair; Steve Yzerman, who speaks Canadian and has facial hair; and Doug
Brown, who speaks New Englandish.

  Brown, by the  way, is the only American on the team. So Flyers fans, the
other night, when you chanted "U-S-A! U-S-A!" Doug was the guy bobbing his
head and saying, "Yeah, I can dig it."

  He also has facial hair.

  Next comes a very important item, the team stereo. There are four rules: 1)
If reporters can be heard, it's not loud enough. 2) NO CLASSICAL. 3) NO RAP.
4) Nobody changes your station, unless he's  bigger than you.

  Look! Another curtain!

  We're walking, we're walking. . . . 

 

Find the unexpected scorer

  Along the back wall is Defensemen's Row, where such players as Slava
Fetisov,  Bob Rouse  and Vladdie Konstantinov sit. Sometimes we send a
reporter here and never see him again.

  This is also where Nick Lidstrom and Larry Murphy have their lockers.
Flyers fans know Lidstrom  and Murphy as the unlikely pair who, so far in this
series, have held Eric Lindros, the Philly Grizzly, in check.

  You can tell Murphy by the crowd of reporters around his locker. You can
tell Lidstrom  by the lack of reporters round his locker -- except the
half-dozen Swedish journalists who go directly to him after every game, no
matter what happens. I firmly believe there is a 24-hour cable station  in
Gstaad that shows nothing but Nick Lidstrom interviews. They call it "Nick All
Nite."

  We're walking . . . past the locker where Paul Coffey sat (for all he's
done for the Wings this series, they  are thinking of putting his name tag
back up) . . . past Jamie Pushor, Aaron Ward, and OK. Here is the special
locker for Ted Lindsay.

  If you ask me what position he plays, you must go back and lie  on the pile
of octopi.

  IMPORTANT SAFETY TIP:  When stuffing an octopus in your pants, always wrap
it in plastic first. The octopus, not your pants.

  Now we come down the homestretch row, past  three Russians -- Fedorov,
Kozlov, Larionov -- and three grinders -- Kocur, Draper, McCarty. McCarty's
locker has a scalp hanging inside it that reads, "Claude Lemieux, 3/26."

  Next comes an expected  goal-scorer, Brendan Shanahan, who likes to watch
movies, and an unexpected goal-scorer, Kirk Maltby, who doesn't need movies,
because he's living one. Both, in a shock, have facial hair. There's
Sandstrom,  Taylor, Dandenault and -- surprise!

  Another curtain! And it has facial hair!

  Well, that's it, folks. The end of the tour. Joe Louis Arena may not be as
big and fancy as the CoreStates Center,  but at least we don't have llamas and
elephants from the circus running around. Besides, if you miss a turn here,
you won't be lost for more than five minutes. Or, in Philly time, just long
enough to  change goalies.
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HOCKEY; PLAYOFF; CHAMPIONSHIP; RED WINGS; FLYERS; COLUMN
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