Mike Commodore rips Mike Babcock in angry Twitter rant

Former Detroit Red Wings defenseman Mike Commodore has taken to Twitter to voice his displeasure toward new Toronto Maple Leafs coach Mike Babcock.

And he sounds quite angry per his social media account.

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Commodore used some rather harsh language with his tweets, which are all linked here. He has not played in the NHL since 2011-12 when he suited up with the Red Wings for 17 games that year and notched two assists. Later he explained his beef with Babcock, but it was much more G-Rated than what is below.

Babcock is making his much-anticipated return to Detroit, where he coached from 2005-06 through 2014-15.

(Sidenote: Tweets have been edited due to language)

“3-0 nothin Babs you posing arrogant piece of sh&%. Welcome back to the rink where everyone that met you hates you.”

And

“4-0!!! Keep it rolling Detroit!!”

Though Commodore’s language was scathing he apparently drew the line when comparing Babcock to Adolf Hitler.

@GWSLLP2015 @brians_neck haha. Hitler is a little offside. But he is definitely a piece of sh%%.

Also

The Wings are just killing it tonight. They looked motivated.

Commodore pulled the ultimate troll, saying his account had been hacked, and then saying it wasn’t.

All coaches can sometimes rub players the wrong way, but players tend to not use such vulgarities, unless they really don’t like the guy.

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If you want to know why Commodore hates Babcock, here is an interview he did with KHL.ru we posted two years ago:

“They offered me a one-year deal worth one million. My gut was screaming: “Don’t take it, you’ve got one chance, if it doesn’t go well, you’re done in the NHL!”

“I told my agent: ‘I don’t want to play in Detroit for Mike Babcock, I don’t trust him. Call him back and tell him thank you, we’ll get back to you.’

“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.’

“I hung up the phone, five minutes left. My gut screamed ‘Say No!’ This coach screwed me over nine years ago. He buried me in the paper after I had a good camp in Anaheim. He buried me so I would look bad so he could then play his boy from juniors who was an undrafted rookie at camp that year … Kurt Sauer. Six years later when I finally had a chance to take a shot back at him publicly I did so in the paper when I was in Columbus. But then I started to think about Detroit, a good team, always makes the playoffs, get to play with great players, and about maybe getting the opportunity. So I took Mike Babcock’s word and I signed the contract, thirty minutes into free agency. I signed the [expletive] contract faster than when I was a ‘hot commodity’ four years earlier. I was one of the first players gone that year in free agency. Off the board July 1st.

“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.

“Bab then met with me, said he was calling up guys from minors, and scratched me until Christmas. Then the GM forced the coach to play me; I played fifteen games, I fought, I played the best I could with the ice time I was getting. And then I got traded (to Tampa) because Ken Holland felt bad. “