We are pushing two months now since Henrik Zetterberg hung up the skates. Since then I’ve been trying to figure out my feelings about his retirement, to try and make sense of the whole thing. But when it comes to the Red Wings and the NHL, Zetterberg was always the main way I made sense of anything. He’s been there with me since the beginning of becoming a die hard fan.
Seriously, I’ve sat down to write this article multiple times and I’ve failed every time until now, and arguably this time as well.