Gary Bettman has a job and that makes him happy. Employment has that kind of effect, you know. Esteem and all that. He’s self-aware, just like his Phil Donahue tapes and his pharmacist tell him he should be. At the same time, he’s well aware that idle time is Satan’s handiwork. And so it’s only logical to conclude that by forcing the Wings to take a 5-day forced vacation only four games into the season, Gary Bettman drunk dialed his buddy Beezlebub and asked him for a solid. That’s just basic math. The good part? While Gary and Lucifer have shut the Wings down, it’s allowed them time to head out and find those second jobs so many of them dearly need.
David Marsten, 17, who was at the Birmingham Kroger running an errand for his mother: “I didn’t expect to see any Red Wings (Jakub Kindl, Ian White, Cory Emmerton all bagging groceries). It was shocking.”
Said Kindl: “This was a lot of fun. It was hectic. Food is flying at you from every direction.”