O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is... not won.
This game was a heartbreaker. It started out with such hope and turned into a blur you watch through your hands. We even got Bertuzzi'd.
Best summed up by this photo:
He tried so hard. Shane couldn't play and has a Grade 3 shoulder separation, which means his shoulder is completely out of the joint. Keith Yandle made like Shane's shoulder and peaced the fuck out. The rest of the D went looking for him. Somehow we were outshot 50-33. 0 for 5 on the power play. It goes on and on....
Kudos to the Why So Serious kid. Only thing that made me smile all night.
Wings are on to play the Sharks.
Curry I hope they get fucking killed.
It was a beautiful dream, a Cinderella story, all that shit. I leave you with this beautiful and articulate blonde child who represents my hopes and dreams. Shaaaaaaaaaane:
Habs FTW. Fuck Ovechkin.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Posted by Intern Ann at 6:40 PM