So that whole spiel I gave you a few days back about the quality of my day not being determined by the previous game’s outcome? Yeah, that all went out the window yesterday. Took me until about 8pm to stop feeling like crap about Thursday’s game two loss.

But now? Now I feel FAN-fucking-tastic. I get to see live playoff hockey tonight. Kings playoff hockey, no less!

The energy is already in the air. Can you feel the excitement? In mere hours the lights will dim, the cheers will go up and the Los Angeles Kings will take the ice. I may lose my voice before the first period ends. In fact, I plan on it.

I’ve already said everything I feel about the game tonight, what the Kings need to do to win; everything they have already done + a few goals. It’s not rocket science. It’s not some elusive mistress. It’s breakouts, forecheck, shots on goal. If any oomph was lacking the last two games, let we fans oomph it in there ourselves.

I had a little epiphany last night. It’s a new year. A new playoffs. This is obvious, but there was a part of me holding on, trying to recreate last year on my end. That was naive. So let’s try something a little different.

Our Kings, these defending Stanley Cup Champion Kings, who art in the motherfucking playoffs,
Hallowed be thy game tonight.
Thy Kingdom come if thy wills will be done,
On our ice, because that’s just the way it has to be.
Give us this day our goals, however many are needed,
So that we may forgive ourselves for letting two slip away.
And in the meantime give these dicks from St. Louis a sound slapping.
That we may be led past the first round,
Past these ugly ass Blues,
Amen.

Let’s shatter glass and pierce our neighbor’s eardrums. Beat our chests and celebrate crisp passes, crushing blows and dance under flashing red lights.

Let’s go watch some damn Kings playoff hockey.

And go fucking nuts.

GO FUCKING NUTS!

GO

KINGS

GO

GO KINGS GO!!!