Being fair, Poster Dragonball never said he hated Z, just indicated less emotional attachment to him and made a broadshot at how he wielded the C, which is an interesting can of worms to explore. The smoke about some locker room discord the last two or three years has been a bit of a black mark on the leadership group as a whole, and something of an indignity for a franchise that had managed to avoid most of the tabloid crap since (I think) the Cujo V. Hasek days. Probably a bit unjust to hang it on Z when Yzerman (at the end of his career anyway) and Lidstrom didn't have to hold the broken halves of their ship together (with a busted back no less) the way Z had to. But class though he was, as great as he was on the ice, it's entirely plausible that he just wasn't great at building a sense of team unity, or pushing the right buttons in the locker room to get the players who have repeatedly frustrated us the last few years to buy-in to the Red Wing Way, or dispatching his lieutenants wisely to light strategic psychological fires under said players' asses when that was more appropriate. Maybe his physical problems took too much of a toll on his patience. Or perhaps, like coaches, where some are better at getting good teams to the next level, and others are better at getting raw talent to the next stage in their development, maybe Z just wasn't the right captain for the team he inherited? Of course it's also plausible he did everything a great captain could and blame resides entirely in lacking and more weakly-charactered players.
I'd err, as I think most of us would, more to the latter. But, not being privy to all that goes on behind the scenes, I can also understand how someone could conjure a less flattering narrative out of the limited facts with regard to how things crumbled here at the end. It often wasn't pretty. They obviously didn't have the talent to win many games, the coaching is often suspect as well, but too often it seemed as much a question of compete and drive as talent, and Hanks's evident and often loudly broadcasted frustrations didn't seem to provide remedy to that blight. It was maybe not completely unfair to wonder if his style was too one-note, if another tact might have been more effective in driving development of certain players, and so on.
But shrug. The time for that, if there ever was such, has passed. One the greatest to ever don the Wheel, one of the best of his generation. I salute his skill and passion, lament the manner in which his career comes to and end, but find I also have room to rejoice a little at the turning of a long and significant page in Red Wings' history.