I said this to Nick and Daryl.

I will write it for you.

If Kyle Clifford was a girl, I would make out with him…a dog and I would hump him…an idol and I worship him. I love Kyle Clifford.

I watch him out there with Simmonds and Richardson and I see a player in his rookie year that fits in a high energy, offensive game. He has already shown the necessary heart, guts and drive for a third and fourth line role. He has proven himself worthy of any physical demand and challenge. Elevate him to the top 6 and he evolves. That is special at any age. At 19, it is extraordinary.

Look, tonight’s 3-2 victory over the Coyotes placed an exclamation point at the end of the work ethic sentence. We are not a team of high-end skilled forwards. But, if we play every game to outwork the opposing team, play our defensive system and get solid goaltending, we will win more often than we lose. In the playoffs, the team that wins more than it loses lifts the Stanley Cup.

Some may say that we limped into the playoffs. No way. We sauntered in. Like a group of battled tested soldiers, looking for a fight. Remember that the path of righteous men is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is the team who, in the name of will and victory, shepherds itself through the valley of darkness to reach the playoffs, for each are their hockey brothers’ keeper and the finder of a silver chalice. And let it be known I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee. To the Cup! GO KINGS!