You tied a series, you didn't win the Stanley Cup. The exorbitant douchebaggery can end at any time now. Thank you.
Sincerely yours,
The world at large.
In other news, yes, we lost last night and yes, it sucked very hard and I was very mad. But, when I woke up this morning, I realized something:
We were tied with Ottawa at one point, and we still kicked their ass.
So to Pens Nation, I say unto you: Calmeth thee the fuck down. We got this.
Bandwagoners and bridge-jumpers committed mass suicide last night, blaming the loss on everyone from Fleury to Geno to Sid to Disco to the Tattoo Guy from the Sports Illustrated article. We lost a game, it isn't the end of the world, the Habs didn't go home with the Cup (although the smarmfest outside of Centre Bell would have indicated otherwise to their fans). They won on a lucky goal, plain and simple. And this is the point where we need to step back, take a deep breath, and thank the Hockey Gods Above for RoboStaal. This is why it's a best of seven series, kids. Teams win, teams lose, and let's face it: we can't win every game. But in the end, we're gonna crush skulls, score goals, and ruin Montreal's dream of winning the Cup for the first time since the Eisenhower administration.
Pens in 6. I'm betting my left titty on it.
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