Zero Point Zero Zero.
That's the chance we have of winning tonight in DC.
Fat, drunk and stupid is how many of us meander through life, but it's no way to win a hockey game.
Gary, in all his infinite dwarf wisdom, scheduled the Wings to play last night in the city baby Jesus designated as Hockeytown. Then, because he's a sick little man who hates Detroit and despises you and me, personally? He decided to put the World Champions on that same schedule 24 hours later, in a different city.
The Wings finished up last night around 10:30.