I was watching the Bobby Orr goal just now. Flying through the air, victorious, triumphant. So glorious. Then I watched Nathan Horton's goal against Montreal. Then Bergeron's against Toronto. So beautiful. So difficult. But in each of those, the Bruins fought. They were not fragile. They steeled themselves against the bullshit, blocked their minds from doubt, and went out there and took it from them.
That is how this needs to be. They must go out there and take it from them. Be the bully. Take their lunch money. Spit in their fucking faces after to let them know you ripped it from their still beating hearts. They will not roll over. They will fight. You must stare them in the eyes and rip their fucking throats out.
You have balls. I have seen them. Big brass steel ones that let you raise the most glorious of trophies. Go out there tonight and leave it all out there. Show us the big brass balls that made you glorious victors. I still believe, despite the bullshit. This is not last year. It's not over.
Do not nancy. Hold firm. We have life yet. I believe they can. I know they can.
Just win.
That is how this needs to be. They must go out there and take it from them. Be the bully. Take their lunch money. Spit in their fucking faces after to let them know you ripped it from their still beating hearts. They will not roll over. They will fight. You must stare them in the eyes and rip their fucking throats out.
You have balls. I have seen them. Big brass steel ones that let you raise the most glorious of trophies. Go out there tonight and leave it all out there. Show us the big brass balls that made you glorious victors. I still believe, despite the bullshit. This is not last year. It's not over.
Do not nancy. Hold firm. We have life yet. I believe they can. I know they can.
Just win.