Believe
2nd Intermission: Penguins 2-0 Red Wings.
Best of seven: Pittsburgh 3-3 Detroit.

Normally, I'd have typed "Best of seven: Detroit 3-3 Pittsburgh," but since we are doing our damnedest to hand those curs the Stanley Cup, I thought I'd go ahead and acknowledge their inevitable victory with "Best of seven: Pittsburgh 3-3 Detroit." Why is the Penguins' victory inevitable? Because we don't seem to give a damn. We've got no energy, we've got no speed, and we've got no skill. I don't care if this sounds unreasonably harsh, but we're playing like a Dave Lewis-coached team: a bunch of highly-skilled, well-paid nancy boys who don't care a single iota whether we win or lose.

Please pardon my language, but… fuck! Fuuuuuuuck! FUCK!

Believe.

Fuck.