Wochit
Stories from inside the locker room following the team's Cup-clinching win over the Flyers in 1997
Inside the raucous Detroit Red Wings’ dressing room, the air was palpable, a curious concoction of mist from cheap champagne and a cloudy haze from several bootleg Cubans. The added scent of many freshly uncapped beers helped camouflage the ubiquitous odor of the sweat of several exhausted men celebrating like the champions they had become just moments before.
They were joined by scores of family members, friends, reporters and an eclectic assortment of celebrity hangers-on who always seem to find their way into once-in-a-lifetime events like these.