Poop flinging used to be contained to Saturday park outings and now you guys are just not respecting the limits, with all this midweek flinging and shiznit! Respect my authoratai!
Are you guys finished being juvenile? No? Good! Since my normal cognitive function is poop opposite a U.S. Grade 'A' chimp, and I always stick with the underdog, I'm gonna ramble abit. Sens win, and here's my less-than-monkey-brained reasoning. Game 7 at home (69 wins to 40 losses). The year of the 1-3 comeback. The Devils have never lost after leading blah blah blah. Nieuwendyk, tipper extrordinaire, is out or hobbled(the last Devil to score a goal). Despite pooping the bed by not potting a puck, Hossa will be drawing mad attention and/or manufacturing point(s), as he's learned what it takes to step it up. That left foot re-direct to Bonk was sick. A fresh and talented Spezza. Marty's got issues. Stevens is getting consistently beat by the Sens speedy wingers. Rafalski is mishandling the puck. Pandolfo can't carry a team offensively. And most importantly, its coup d'etat time boys and girls; The Sens are taking their rightful place as Best in the East, are playing the Devils' game, and have more offensive talent to capitalize on the few chances the little beasts from the armpit of America give up. And, of course, the grit factor.
