Who's Kung-Fu is stronger?
Is there anything better than a Stanley Cup Final Game 7? Perhaps a Game 9, when then NHL officially switches to the 2-3-2-1-1 format... but until that blessed day arrives... we must embrace this 7th and final match of this Championship series.
Up to this point, we've heard it all. Who's better, who's faster, who has the better defenseman, offense, goaltending, biggest sticks, playoffbeards, hottest chicks, etc. The fact remains that the series is even, and both clubs truly have been equal to the task (as much as I hate that phrase and want to slam my face through my television everytime Emerick spits it out). The one pattern... the home team has won every game. If your life was on the line (perhaps you are seated with a goblet filled with red wine generously laced with Iocane powder) the smart move would be to choose the home team once more.
Regardless of the home ice advantage, I think we are in store for a legendary game tomorrow night. Two outstanding hockey clubs, loaded with scores of future Hall of Famers will leave it all on the ice (another overused string of words that send shockwaves through my spine) for one final game.
Good luck gentlemen, and everyone, enjoy the game!
Your friend on ice,
Captain Bosh
Comments
Win or lose, tonight: we shave.
Posted by: jeff | June 11, 2009 10:20 PM
Here's a breakdown for tonight's game 7 festivities at my house:
8pm: change underpants
8:01-8:10: cross fingers that Milbury and McGuire get into a brutal fist fight.
8:10-8:30: suffer at least two minor heart attacks.
8:31-8:50: long for Bill Clement (again).
8:51-8:52: change underpants.
8:53-9:15: suffer at least one collapsed lung, possibly two.
9:16-9:18: run to bathroom to splash cold water on my face, rub shampoo in my eyes.
9:19-9:30: think about how much fun it would be to have my own bowling alley where all the pins looked just like Pierre McGuire.
9:31-9:32: change underpants.
9:33-10:00: clinically die several times only to be brought back to life by focusing on mental images of Mario Lemieux.
10:01-6:00am: Make note reminding self to buy new underpants. Forget note in morning. Wonder if life will ever be the same???
So yeah...let's do this.
Posted by: Stache | June 12, 2009 01:45 PM
Man, the wings did not show up until the last 15 minutes. It seemed like Lidstrom and Helm were the only guys who actually wanted to play. Who knows what was wrong with Stuart, he was AWFUL. And Hossa got progressively worse as the series went on.
Also, did anybody else thing it spectacularly ironic that the last play of the game was a heart-stopping shot by the Captain of the losing team? Where the hell was THAT Fleury the whole series? He looked so mediocre the rest of the time. Not bad, but not very special.
Well, congrats to the Pens. They earned it.
Posted by: jeff | June 13, 2009 10:03 AM