Everybody saw Danny DeKeyser stop a shot on an empty net with his leg, Justin Abdelkader stop another with the little patch of cloth on his pants that hangs below his junk, Niklas Kronwall glide around with his arms open and a stupid look on his face after scoring off Evgeni Malkin’s skate, Henrik Zetterberg’s get his stick on the and Justin Abdelkader’s score the winner goal. Everybody saw the Red Wings’ two goals in three minutes. If they haven’t, they soon will. The internet is a wonderful thing.
What it all means, though, nobody knows.
A hockey game has an almost infinite number of different combinations of actions performed by the players. Jumble those and start firing off outputs 82 times a year stuff happens. It did Thursday night, and right now in the immediate aftermath, when the buzzing in your chest is still there, it feels important.
But the Red Wings are seven games into a season. They’d been OK before Thursday night. This won’t be the spark the struck the turnaround.
Instead, the game might’ve hidden the truth. The Red Wings have played six one-goal games. They’re 3-3 in those game. They’ve had four games go to overtime. They’re 2-2 in those games. Take that, remember this improbable comeback and Jimmy Howard putting da team on his back in the second Boston game, and Detroit probably shouldn’t be 4-1-2 right now.
At a certain point it’ll have a stretch of bad luck. It’ll lose a couple in a row, maybe drop three or four straight one-goal games. The media will ask Mike Babcock what’s happened to his team. He’ll scowl and give a whole load of non-answers because no one likes to hear, ‘Our luck turned sour.’