Tomorrow, Game 6 of the 2008 Stanley Cup Finals at Mellon Arena, is going to be SCARY FUCKING SHIT. I repeat, SCARY FUCKING SHIT.
Lord Stanley will be in attendance tomorrow night. There is the very real, very horrifying knowledge that we might once again see the Red Wings hold him up high. Not much of a way around that fact. We're as faithful as any Pens fans out there -- the most hardcore Pens girls you'll find, we'd like to say. But we also have this grim knowledge in our thoughts.
But, as I've been saying since the end of Atrocious Game 5, the Wings are going to be in the Igloo. They're going to have to face us in our house. And, as a friend said to me, "These teams don't like road games." Game 5 is going to be a bitch. The Red Wings are going to fight, and fight hard. To beat them, we will have to fight harder.
You know that's what's gonna happen.
There will be a Game 7 in this series. I feel it. Being realistic, though -- our feelings are not always enough. Malkin is going to have to have an incredible game. Staal is going to have to have an incredible game. Crosby is going to have to have an incredible game. And Fleury (if Disco Dan even puts him in) is going to have to have a beyond-incredible game. (In my personal opinion, in the short time Garon was in goal, he did pretty well, holding off the fired-up Wings from scoring on a 5-on-3.) But we can do it. The Pens are Pittsburgh's Miracle Boys. They've got what it takes. Even a Wings fan mentioned to me a few games back "Holy shit -- Malkin's fucking FAST. You guys got him, and that scares the shit out of me. As long as he keeps playing the way he's playing, we could very possibly be fucked."
Yeah -- you're fucked, Detroit.
Confidence and keeping reality in check are something that has to go hand in hand heading in to Game 6. All the naysayer, bandwagon, fair-weather fans have already abandoned our boys. Even while out at the grocery store for a few minutes yesterday afternoon, I heard three people (all wearing Pens t-shirts and jerseys, no less) lament "It's all over for the Pens, they might as well have given Detroit the Cup at the end of Game 5, that was abominable," yadda yadda yadda.
Yes, it was abominable. It was abominable, embarrassing, and painful to watch. But -- did you assholes forget that the series became a best-of-three? There is still a lot of hockey left to play, dickbags. A LOT OF HOCKEY. If you're gonna count us out now, well, give me that fucking Malkin jersey, bitch. I don't own one because they're expensive as shit and you don't deserve to wear it because you're a fuckstick.
We've gotta keep the faith. There is no question about it. If you are so convinced that the Pens are done with for the year, then too bad. Give your Pens stuff to a real fan and watch some fucking golf.
We've gotta keep the faith. We BELIEVE. The Wings might get the Cup at home again...but not if our boys fight with all they have. You know they will.
LET'S GO PENS.
Lord Stanley will be in attendance tomorrow night. There is the very real, very horrifying knowledge that we might once again see the Red Wings hold him up high. Not much of a way around that fact. We're as faithful as any Pens fans out there -- the most hardcore Pens girls you'll find, we'd like to say. But we also have this grim knowledge in our thoughts.
But, as I've been saying since the end of Atrocious Game 5, the Wings are going to be in the Igloo. They're going to have to face us in our house. And, as a friend said to me, "These teams don't like road games." Game 5 is going to be a bitch. The Red Wings are going to fight, and fight hard. To beat them, we will have to fight harder.
You know that's what's gonna happen.
There will be a Game 7 in this series. I feel it. Being realistic, though -- our feelings are not always enough. Malkin is going to have to have an incredible game. Staal is going to have to have an incredible game. Crosby is going to have to have an incredible game. And Fleury (if Disco Dan even puts him in) is going to have to have a beyond-incredible game. (In my personal opinion, in the short time Garon was in goal, he did pretty well, holding off the fired-up Wings from scoring on a 5-on-3.) But we can do it. The Pens are Pittsburgh's Miracle Boys. They've got what it takes. Even a Wings fan mentioned to me a few games back "Holy shit -- Malkin's fucking FAST. You guys got him, and that scares the shit out of me. As long as he keeps playing the way he's playing, we could very possibly be fucked."
Yeah -- you're fucked, Detroit.
Confidence and keeping reality in check are something that has to go hand in hand heading in to Game 6. All the naysayer, bandwagon, fair-weather fans have already abandoned our boys. Even while out at the grocery store for a few minutes yesterday afternoon, I heard three people (all wearing Pens t-shirts and jerseys, no less) lament "It's all over for the Pens, they might as well have given Detroit the Cup at the end of Game 5, that was abominable," yadda yadda yadda.
Yes, it was abominable. It was abominable, embarrassing, and painful to watch. But -- did you assholes forget that the series became a best-of-three? There is still a lot of hockey left to play, dickbags. A LOT OF HOCKEY. If you're gonna count us out now, well, give me that fucking Malkin jersey, bitch. I don't own one because they're expensive as shit and you don't deserve to wear it because you're a fuckstick.
We've gotta keep the faith. There is no question about it. If you are so convinced that the Pens are done with for the year, then too bad. Give your Pens stuff to a real fan and watch some fucking golf.
We've gotta keep the faith. We BELIEVE. The Wings might get the Cup at home again...but not if our boys fight with all they have. You know they will.
LET'S GO PENS.
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