I agree with many of the previous comments. I actually began watching the Wings when Yzerman was a rookie, and it was phenomenal to see his career unfold.
Early on, it was almost a shame that Gretzky and Lemieux were in the league, because Yzerman began racking up points like it was going out of style (and, other than if a fight broke out, he was the only thing worth watching a Red Wings game for). And yet, with Wayno being the poster boy for the league, and quite honestly, being head and shoulders above even the elite athletes of his generation, Stevie Y’s early offensive accomplishments were a bit glossed over, at least nationally. (Perhaps partly due to his quiet off-ice demeanor as a player, where he never sought out the public eye, while Gretzky was plastered over every commercial and advertisement under the sun.)
And yet, despite all the kid’s immense talent, the team simply could not put anything together for the longest time, and questions began to circulate whether he would ever achieve any postseason success, or if he was only a regular-season phenom. At one point, there were even trade rumors of sending him to Ottawa, but (at least as I remember it), Marion Illitch stepped in and insisted that he remain in Detroit.
By this time, some of the other players that would make up the 97-98 core had begun to arrive, and there was a sense of building, but still very much questioning if the franchise would ever ascend the mountaintop. The drafts were panning out at a ridiculous rate, though, with Lidstrom and Fedorov in particular (53OA and 74OA, respectively) being insane diamonds in the rough. And yet, throughout the years, Jacques Demers, Bryan Murray, and all the other guys to trod the bench at The Joe just couldn’t find paydirt.
Enter Scotty Bowman.
There are countless people who have watched more hockey than I have, and who know more about the history of the sport. But in over 30 years, I’ve yet to see a coach who forced bigger changes to the way his key players played the game, with greater success, than Scotty.
Imagine if, leading up to the championships in Chicago, that Quenville told Toews that he needed to stop focusing on offense so much, and be a two-way center. Oh yeah, and then told Kane that he needed to be able to suit up as a defenseman, particularly on the power play.
And yet, that’s exactly what Yzerman did: he sacrificed a great deal of his offensive production, rounded out his game, and became downright tenacious at both ends of the rink. Not nearly as creative as, say, Datsyuk in his prime, but with the greatest dose of willpower that I’ve ever seen in a professional athlete in my lifetime.
We’re talking about a player who not only participated, but led a playoff run while skating with a busted knee. And then decided that he’d like to have a doctor insert some ligaments and cartilage from a cadaver into his knee, in order to keep playing a few more years.
Howe is in a class by himself for statistics, and Lidstrom had more talent, to the point of making almost everything look effortless. But if you needed one player in the red and white to quietly take charge of a locker room, lead by example with plenty of talent, and simply refuse to accept anything less than excellence…it was Steve Yzerman.