With the bruises to our wallets, egos and livers dissipating from Frozen Fury, we woke up today with a renewed vigor. The glassy-eyed excitement of innocence that only the fresh start to a hockey season can bring.
Nothing matters until the puck drops.
The roster, the lines, the opposition. Whatever man. This team is two seasons removed from a Stanley Cup, one from a WCF appearance. Until I have a reason not to trust the team that Dean Lombardi and Darryl Sutter choose to ice, I find little reason to fret. Sutter wants to put Dwight King on the first line, so be it. Lombardi wants Toffoli in Manchester, more power to him. Fuck it, Carcillo can play 12 minutes tonight and I’ll be happy.
This is a good team.
Until around 8pm and the final buzzer sounds later tonight, there really isn’t much to say. Just one thing, the constant that echoes throughout the seasons, the good and the bad, the champions and losers; our one, irrefutable, common truth; the war cry:
GO KINGS GO!
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