If you know anything about chickens, the first thing you do with a vibrant chicken who likes to fly, namely out of the pen, is to clip their wings. You don't chop their wings off, just clip them in the places where you need to so that the chicken loses that 'heavenly' ability to soar if you will. Last night, in the game of hockey, the Red Wings finally had their wings clipped by a bird who can't even fly at all really, meaning in the practical word...a penguin, or should I say penguins? In any case, the wings gave it everything they had, they threw the kitchen sink at the Penguins and those persistent Penguins were a veritable tour de force, and they threw the kitchen sink back in the lap of their foes. Indeed, the wings played a good game, an unforgettable series, incredible see-saw battle...but as they describe the scenario basically they ran out of gas. Really that over-simplifies the matter. The Red Wings are a class A, number 1 team in many respects, and deserve laud and honor for their fighting spirit and talent, though waning in 2009. In a word, it was the Penguins turn to soar, and the wing-clippers they would have been, could not keep Crosby and company from their appointed conquest. The Wings have no bananas today.