But then midnight came. The thing that hit me as I watched the clock was that sense of inevitability that had accompanied this lockout from the beginning. I knew it was going to happen. Everyone did. Not once at any point during the negotiations this past month did I feel like there was a chance of an agreement. There was never any hope for a reasonable settlement. And I got angry. More angry than I ever was in '04-'05, which is surprising because I've mellowed out a lot in the last few years. During that lockout, I coped by watching an array of hockey movies and my Wings DVDs as I anxiously anticipated the return of the game I loved. I eagerly read every article about the negotiations hoping against hope that there would be good news. I was devastated when the season was officially cancelled, even though I knew it was going to happen. I still slept in my giant Wings t-shirt and wore my various shirts and hats around campus. But not this time.
This time, I stormed out to my garage and found the first empty giant tub that I could get my hands on. (This is quite impressive because it required scaling a mountain of boxes and a couple of bags of hockey equipment.) I went up to my room and cleared out every piece of Red Wings apparel that I could find. Every Wings t-shirt, pair of PJ pants, sweatshirt, hat, scarf, jacket, and even (to my mom's great offense) the purse she bought me last year. The only thing left in my room is my autographed Yzerman jersey because Steve Yzerman is still special and it got a special dispensation. My Wings/Tigers t-shirt blanket also remains, but that will only be displayed Tigers-side up from now on.
|I've suddenly got a lot more room in my drawers.|
|Banished to the basement.|