Mike Commodore isn't a fan of Mike Babcock. He's rather enjoying this game tonight.
3-0 nothin Babs you posing arrogant piece of shit. Welcome back to the rink where everyone that met you hates you.— Mike Commodore (@commie22) October 10, 2015
Hello, This account has been hacked. Please disregard all tweets.— Mike Commodore (@commie22) October 10, 2015
Wait a sec. It hasn't been hacked. Mike Babcock is a piece of shit. Go Wings!! MC— Mike Commodore (@commie22) October 10, 2015
Where does all of this stem from?
Well, his brief time in Detroit playing under Babcock could be a key. From a 2013 interview with Puck Daddy:
"My agent then told me the GM put a 15-minute time limit on the offer. I needed to make up my mind in 15 minutes or he was gonna pull the offer off the table. This was July 1st, free agency had just started 10 minutes prior. I called the GM and told him: ‘Ken, Mike Commodore here, I like you, you're a good guy. Is it you who wants me or the coach?’ Ken Holland said that he wanted me and so did Babcock. So I told him that I would love to play for Ken, and I would love to play for the red wings, but that I didn't trust the coach from previous experience. So I called the coach, by now I had 10 minutes left.
"I called him: ‘Babs, Mike Commodore here. Please be honest with me, do you want me on your hockey team or not?’ He said he did. I wanted to know if I’d get an opportunity. I told him I am not looking for anything special, but that I needed to know if I was gonna get a fair shot and a chance to play. He said ‘I want you on my team. You will get a fair chance. We need someone physical on the back end with a right shot. I want you. You will play.’
Well, that sounds fine....
"I went to camp in Detroit, and got scratched out. I did injure my knee a bit so I missed couple of days in camp and the first four games. I got back as if it was nothing major. I came back, and the team won its first five games. I got scratched, but okay, the team was winning. We lost seven in a row, then I wasn’t even close to playing. Scratch, scratch.
"Finally, it was mid-November, Ian White got a puck to the face and was going to miss a week, we went on a road trip. A four-game road trip, and I thought to myself that this was my chance. I played three games, no two games, I think, three minutes a night… The only time I touched the ice was when the fourth line was on, and the faceoff was in the neutral zone. I was opening the doors for Lidström, that’s all I was doing, being a cheerleader.
Oh. Okay then.
Commodore was traded to Tampa Bay quickly after that road trip, and was a Bolt by Christmas.
The grudge seems to have been stewing a while, and well, atleast someone is enjoying this game.