Believe: Ducks 2-1 Red Wings
Seven down, nine to go. Best of seven: Detroit 3-3 Anaheim.

Drat, drat, and double drat! I wrote that the Ducks' goose was cooked, and now I'm eating crow. Nevertheless, Game 7 shall be ours, oh yes, it shall be ours.

Believe.

Eye of the Tiger
Tiger's doing that weird thing cats do where they run around the house at breakneck speed, seemingly without direction or purpose, almost like some kind of fit. Sam did it too. Of course, these late night fits are the only times Tiger ever runs; even when fleeing from danger (really, fleeing in terror, as she's never in actual danger), she waddles away at what in a human I would describe as a fast walk. Waddle, waddle for your lives!