This is what it's all about...

Game 6. Today we practice, tomorrow the season.

Chris Lee can't piss on our parade. The MSO have anthem duty and will conjure the ghosts from their slumber while ushering the demons out the door. It's do or die, and everything you've done this year, every pundit you proved wrong, and every extra shift you took to make up for the loss of Markov or Gorges or Pacioretty all comes down to this. Will you show us the determination? Or will you bow out because it's all caught up to you now and you haven't an ounce of strength left to continue? Or will you allow bad luck kick you in the balls as one more excuse to the pile?

Whatever happens we will be there for you. Know this: we're proud of you, Habs. Proud that you didn't give the panels the pleasure of tumbling down to that 15th spot they all said you should be at. Proud of Carey Price who did more with less than the 3 Vezina finalists of the popularity contest. Proud of the kids who came in and didn't look a step out of place. Proud of the old guys even if most of them drove us mad all year. Yea ok I'll say I'm even proud of Gomez despite a terrible year his pride has taken a few on the chin but he's still there to make his teammates laugh. Proud of Andrei who despite being thrown around every line possible after he gets comfy on one still hit 20 goals. And most importantly proud of PK for never letting the garbage spewed at him ever hold him down.

We already know the League is pretty much against you. They've shown their colours and their venom. They turned their cheek when whatever leadership they could have offer was needed the most. They mocked you and laughed at you. Fuck them. They'll abuse you forever so long as you pay the bills for all the floundering franchises of the South. All you can do is soldier on.

Tomorrow it's supposed to thunderstorm. The Hockey Gods will howl and rumble for you. Perhaps it'll even be Biblical.

Tomorrow you can live to play another day but only if you try. So give it a try, and we'll see you in Boston on Wednesday.

And don't worry about me, I got plenty of ice cream.

Throw down.

Cowboy up!

Be bad.

GYFH!