Believe: Red Wings 4-3 Ducks
One octopus down, one octopus to go. Best of seven: Detroit 4-3 Anaheim.

Man alive, that was more exciting than it needed to be! Bog's wounds, I'm emotionally exhausted. I was so very scared for so much of the game. The Red Wings are, to my eyes, the demonstrably superior club, yet there is nothing else in sport so fraught with peril as a superior club allowing a scrappy, rough-and-tumble inferior club to hang around. If you don't put a club like that away definitively, they all too often find a way to gut out a win in the end. And let's not fool ourselves: with so few bounces going our way, the Ducks were perilously close to advancing to the Campbell Conference Finals in our stead. And yet it stands as a tribute to the drive and character of the Red Wings that they held the nefarious Ducks at bay, despite the all-too-clear intentions of the officiating crew. So, raise your class, and let's have three cheers for the Detroit Red Wings, now halfway to retaining possession of Lord Stanley's Cup:

Hip hip! Hooray! Hip hip! Hooray! Hip hip! Hooray!

Believe.

The Stars My Destination
The work continues apace, despite a stubborn bolt: Hubblelink.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Sufjan Stevens, "Romulus" from Michigan (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: I considered choosing a more celebratory song, and it's not as if I've been particularly ashamed of my parents today, but, somehow, the R.B.D.S.O.T.D. just had to be "Romulus."