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I Apologize For The Yelling In Advance
Nov. 22nd, 2005 04:05 amBut in this case I feel it's warranted.
HOLY HELL.
The Detroit Red Wings were supposed to play the Nashville Predators tonight. I say 'supposed to' because they got about thirteen minutes in and Jiri Fischer went into a SEIZURE on the bench. AND THEN HIS HEART STOPPED.
So they got his heart STARTED again with the defibrillator thingy I can't spell, and Steve Yzerman and Brendan Shanahan brought his fiancee across the ice to him, and everybody was generally freaking the hell out because as you might imagine, this kind of thing DOESN'T REALLY HAPPEN VERY OFTEN. At first they were sort of, "Are we still going to do this thing?" but at some point, I would imagine sometime around the point HIS HEART STOPPED, they decided to call the game in favor of making sure Mr. Fischer, y'know, stayed ALIVE.
Also because it would have looked really bad for the Nashville Predators PR-wise to be like, "Hey, man, they're totally shaken right now! We can take 'em!" Just sayin'.
So Mr. Fischer is in the hospital. Obviously. Apparently he's awake now and doing much better, which I would think was obvious since practically anything's better than TECHNICALLY DEAD. And there's going to be a hockey game, they don't know, some other day.
HOLY HELL.
The Detroit Red Wings were supposed to play the Nashville Predators tonight. I say 'supposed to' because they got about thirteen minutes in and Jiri Fischer went into a SEIZURE on the bench. AND THEN HIS HEART STOPPED.
So they got his heart STARTED again with the defibrillator thingy I can't spell, and Steve Yzerman and Brendan Shanahan brought his fiancee across the ice to him, and everybody was generally freaking the hell out because as you might imagine, this kind of thing DOESN'T REALLY HAPPEN VERY OFTEN. At first they were sort of, "Are we still going to do this thing?" but at some point, I would imagine sometime around the point HIS HEART STOPPED, they decided to call the game in favor of making sure Mr. Fischer, y'know, stayed ALIVE.
Also because it would have looked really bad for the Nashville Predators PR-wise to be like, "Hey, man, they're totally shaken right now! We can take 'em!" Just sayin'.
So Mr. Fischer is in the hospital. Obviously. Apparently he's awake now and doing much better, which I would think was obvious since practically anything's better than TECHNICALLY DEAD. And there's going to be a hockey game, they don't know, some other day.
