I was fucking livid after game four.
I had an awful night’s sleep. Tossed and turned, nightmares, woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t calm down for about an hour. Was pretty damn bummed out throughout yesterday too.
At some point in the day I started to think about watching the game today. I thought about where I would watch it – is the bar luckier than the couch? I thought about how I would watch it – on the edge of my seat or in a fetal position? That probably wouldn’t go over well in the bar… Then again, depends on the bar. Will I feel any better if we win? Will I put a hole through the dog’s torso if we lose?
Then I realized, fuck that and fuck me for thinking it.
The Kings are playing in the Conference Finals. I’m gonna enjoy this game.
Do they have a pretty large chasm to climb out of to make it to the Cup Finals? Damn right they do.
Can they do it? Damn right they can.
Will they do it?
I believe they will unless they don’t.
And I will enjoy watching it.
Did winning the Cup suddenly make all other hockey achievements meaningless? I may sound like I am talking as if I think the Kings are going to lose this game, but nothing could be further from the truth. Jonathan Quick has yet to steal a game in this series, which we all know he can. Kopitar, Brown and Doughty, while they have done nothing the past four games (or really the past fourteen), but their track record is longer than that and their track record tells me they will do something. Jake Muzzin, perhaps our biggest problem for two rounds, is starting to hit hard, shoot the puck and make quicker, smarter decisions with the puck. Slava Voynov is tits even if Toffoli is tops. Jeff Carter has more chipped teeth in the series than goals and that won’t abide.
There is no panic in this team, so why should I panic?
I’m going to enjoy this game.
Fuck the Hawks.
Let’s pray for today, that it will lead us to tomorrow.
Our Kings, who still defend the Stanley Cup, who art in that hell hole Chicago,
Hallowed be thy game five.
Thy Kingdom come as thy wills do be done,
On the road, because once against St. Louis wasn’t enough.
Give us this day goals and goals and saves and saves,
And forgive us for playing against elimination, as we pound into submission those who have trespassed against us.
And lead us past this game. Past these ugly, smug Hawks.
I’ll see you at game six.
GO KINGS GO
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