"I'M HAVING SOME problems with my decorator," Yzerman apologizes as he greets a visitor. Getting to Yzerman's condo in the well-to-do Detroit suburb of West Bloomfield is no easy task. At the entrance to the development, visitors are interrogated by a uniformed guard, who then presses a button that controls a wooden gate. When Yzerman bought his home two years ago, after signing a seven-year, $2 million contract with the Red Wings, he was probably the only 20-year-old millionaire on the block. Despite his tasteful furniture--despite even the presence of framed paintings, actual objets d'art rather than posters of, say, Farrah Fawcett or Bryan Trottier, his boyhood idol--there is something about the place that whispers "bachelor." A putter and a scattering of golf balls lie on the living room carpet.
Tonight is the Tyson-Holmes fight. Yzerman's brother Gary has driven down from Ottawa with a couple of buddies, Tom Goddard and Don McDonald, for the weekend. "Steve gets lonely," Gary explains. "Sometimes he calls home even though he doesn't have anything to talk about." As Tyson wades into Holmes in the fourth round, knocking the challenger down twice, Gary and his friends start losing it.
"Rag doll!" shouts Gary as Holmes hits the deck.
As Holmes blinks groggily, Tommy yells, "The lights are on, but nobody's home!"
Only Yzerman is still and composed. He cannot take his eyes off Tyson. "Did you see how he came into the ring?" he says afterward. "Black boots, black shorts, no shirt, all business."
All business. Captain Yzerman can relate. Even away from the office, his thoughts run to business. Speaking of which, the Red Wings have an afternoon game the next day. It's past Steve's bedtime and time for the visitor to leave.
From outside, the lights in Yzerman's place are dim, vaguely uninviting--the way he is when his game face is on. But make no mistake, Steve Yzerman is very much at home.