Ah to be a Red Wings fan. To be a member of the Order, and belong to one of the most despised sub-cultures on the planet. Hated in the hockey world like Yankees fans in baseball, Cowboys fans in the NFL, Notre Dame fans in the NCAA level and loving every damn minute of it.
I always look to our undying spirit yet unreasonably high expectations as a function of the sustained success we have enjoyed over the past 20 years. A score of consecutive playoff appearances, where 1 score is equal to 1 Nicklas Lidstrom playing career.
It has also been pointed out that these expectations to win make us bratty, arrogant, and the reward of consistent success has given us an entitlement complex. Sure has. But like I say, we love every damn minute of it.
Things are different this season. We are not the powerhouse we used to be, we have seen declining defensive statistics in Nick’s latter years take off with his retirement. Offensively, we cannot seem to make people pay for taking dumb penalties against us the way we used to. The Big Red Machine is human afterall, it seems, and vulnerable. And we are scared.