As I write this on the sixth of June, I’m struck by the irrelevance of this being the Swedish national day. That is insignificant. A mere reminder of our petty quarrels amongst Penguins fans, regarding which the nationality of players have been a factor. What star has performed how is subordinate to everything.
They will all rise to the challenge. Each and all will give their everything. A certain someone who’s been scrutinized and ridiculed through ignorance and longing of failure from the unachievable will rise and give them hell. Hell I tell you. Cry havoc, and let slip his fury.
A great battle draws near, but should we win today and in the days to come history is made. Pundits silenced. We are going to live on. We are going to survive. We shall not go quitely into the night!
We are the Penguins.
Now let us all join in a toast, with whatever's at hand. Personally I'm enjoying Ardbeg's 20 year old Corryvreckan, which should provide the numbness required for tonight's event. Drink deep, drink often. **** the Bruins.