Oldschool and I turned her on up 2-1 after one period of play. Minnesota represents a team from our past, a former Western Conference foe.

A Grand Rapids Griffin scored his first career goal to put us on the board. Teemu Pulkkinen looks like Happy Gilmore with his wicked slapshot. Unfortunately, his youth put him in the penalty box later on in the period, where the Wild would tie it. In time with Grand Rapids, he will be another asset for Detroit.

Jonathon Ericsson put us back ahead before the first ended. In the second, Gustav Nyquist stood in front of the net until a Minnesota player took his legs out from under him. The dirty douche put us on the power play. Fittingly, Nyquist scored, a redirect on Nikolas Kronwall’s shot.

We killed a penalty, then scored our fourth goal of the game. A deflection off a Wild skate gave their goalie no chance. Adding insult to injury, they pulled him. We killed another power play before the period closed.

Let’s be honest: we all came out in the final period wearing our all-star shades! It just seemed so easy. Naturally, the let down gave the Wild wings – low and behold, they fucking scored three goals. Like Coach Mike Babcock stated in his press conference, all of a sudden, we looked up, and it was tied.

Credit the Red Wings resiliency (it’s shined all season), especially our goalie Petr Mrazek for keeping their heads up. Regulation ended with a score of four to four. Overtime, too, proved fruitless for either side. It was off to the dreaded shootout.

Either we were heading into the all-star break winners of five in a row (including three straight at home), or remembering this colossal collapse for an entire weekend. First up, Mrazek denied the leading goal-scorer in shootout history. Enter Pavel Datsyuk, who backhanded the new goalie like a soft-smack to the face.

Up 1-0, Joe Louis Arena was pumping. The Wild happened to have the two leading scorers in penalty shot history, setting up Mrazek TO STONE ANOTHER snarf! This gave Nyquist a chance to end it, and he did just that, sweeping his own backhand five-hole! That’s how you go on break.