The weather is starting to turn and brings Kings’ tides and fortunes along for the ride.

There is only one word on everyone’s mind and this time it’s not an order to the maid: Sweep.

Sweep the Vancouver Canucks off our ice.

Sweep the Sedins back to Sweden for the summer.

Sweep Ryan Kesler’s feet out from under him, not that he needs any help.

Sweep the Western Conference’s sole Canadian playoff team out of the post season and into history’s books as another President’s Trophy wasted. Another 1st seed toppled. Another boon to the adage, “anything can happen in the playoffs.”

Of course, nothing in this life is easy and though we won the pivotal game 3, game 4 shall prove to be the Kings’ toughest challenge thus far. The Canucks may very well play Daniel Sedin. With or without the missing half of their misbegotten zygote, they will play as they are, animals wounded, backed into a corner. A goat on the ledge, avoiding his lascivious shepherd. They will scratch, claw and bite. We shall make them whimper, whine and sulk. Those tails growing out their hinds, the ones over which they dramatically trip every time a King feigns to hit them can finally be put to good use; cradled firmly between their legs as they walk down the line, shaking hands they’d rather not shake, accepting a fate fully earned.

But we cannot collect $200 until we pass GO.

The Kings need to play above the level that won them games 2 and 3. If their best is yet to come, they are due for a dose. Anze Kopitar has offense left to add to his behemoth defense. Jeff Carter may have a bum ankle, but there is nothing wrong with his wrists. Brad Richardson returns to us and that sneaking feeling inside tells me it will be not with a whisper, but a bang.

The game to contain has brought us this far, but all that contains cries out to be unleashed.

This team has proven to me it has what it takes both skillfully and mentally to win important games. Tonight is the night to prove they also possess killer instinct. The taste of blood lies just beyond the tongue.

And now, we pray.

In the name of the Captain, the Son of Philly and the Holy Goalie.

Bless us Oh Hockey Gods, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through LA Kings, Our Team. Amen.

Blessed are You, Kings our Team and Team of our fathers, Team of Dionne, Team of Luc and Team of Gretzky, the great, mighty and awesome Team, exalted Team, who bestows bountiful goals, who creates all wins, who remembers the insanity of the fans, and who, in love, brings a redeemer to their fans’s children, for the sake of Our Kings.

Our Kings, who art on home ice
Hallowed be thy game.
Thy kingdom come, thy wills be done
On our ice as it was on theirs.
Give us this day our daily goals, and forgive no Canuck their transgressions,
As we pound into submission those who trespass against us.
And lead us past the first round,
Past these evil Canuck fucks.

Hail Kopi, full of grace, the fans are with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst players and blessed are the fruit of thy skills, goals.
Holy Kopi, dominant of centers, play for us sinners,
Now until the hour of our Cup.

Go fucking nuts.