Awwwww.

[dira]

See? this is why I love my hockey team all to pieces. The Red Wings are such sweeties. Although it does make me nervous; this is almost exactly the article that was written about Keith Primeau six years ago, when his game was slumping, although in that case it was defending him - attributing horrible play to the tragedy he'd endured. (Her name was Elysia Peffley, and she was buried at my church, and two summers ago when I got a job running a weedwhip in the cemetery, I cleared weeds from her grave.) Shortly thereafter, Primeau demanded a trade and turned into a big whining holdout, and we got Shanahan in exchange. And Shanahan spent quality time with a little boy named Brendan who had cancer, and then we get another article. Hrm.

This is the same columnist, incidentally, who, in the endless search for a stupid pithy phrase to insert at intervals in an article, coined the term 'chelifish' for the Chelios/Fischer defensive pairing. And never emailed me back when I pointed out how that might, among a certain young female segment of his readership, be misconstrued.