Aw, shit. Here we are. Win, get a little luck and we are dancing. The Bruins came to play Thursday. They skated, they hit, and they took out their big brass balls and tea bagged the Wings into submission. I reveled in the glory. We all did. We were witnesses to what they could be. What they are. Fast, physical, lethal. This afternoon they get Ottawa, the same pricks who stole their spot last year. They must seek revenge. They must stare them in the eyes, grab them by the balls and twist until they cry for their mother's mother. This is not play fun time. This is hockey. I see the path. I see the way in. Rip the playoff spot out of their cold dead hands.
Just win.
Just win.