It's Red Wings Day.

Maybe since unadulterated rage and bile hasn’t worked against them lately, a psychological approach is in order. Kill those mother fuckers with kindness! I’m talking a fuzzy stuffed bear barrage into their bench. I’m calling for the soothing tones of Raffi constantly blasting from the PA system. Start the game with hugs instead of hits, fill Osgood/Conklin’s water bottles with warm milk. Make these already soft Red Wings so docile they’re inclined to take a nice leisurely stroll arm-in-arm around the rink.

Or just replicate whatever the hell Columbus and Nashville did to beat them so embarassingly.

Not that I want the Red Wings to win….but wasn’t beating the best team in the league more of a statement game at this point? Go Blues!

Cruising YouTube the other day for another thread and rediscovered this ditty from the 80s —-

The Meatmen said it best:

Tooling For Anus…That’s You
Tooling For Anus…Him Too
Tooling For Anus…Her Too
Tooling For Anus..Them Too

Detroit City is the place to go
if you wanna lick gonads or blow a stiff
bookies, nunzios, menjos too
to pack some brown
to shoot some glue

(chorus)

i’m not a fag and i’ll never be
afraid to hit the can to take a pee
afraid some sissy’ll grab my ass
i’ll stick his face with broken glass