I had this eulogy all set to write about the ‘Canes season, and then Scott Walker as much as grabbed my keyboard, bonked me on the head with it, and said “Told you we’d win.”
So, now we get the Pens. This team really doesn’t make it easy, but I like our chances regardless. Unlike the Caps, we actually have some semblance of a defence. And we have Cam Ward, who (unlike Mr. Minoxidil up in Washington) is actually able to win in the playoffs.
Of course, it’s the Pens. Which means that the Orpik incident will be rehashed for the eleventy-billionth time and all the tools are going to come out crying that Orpik is a great guy and would never deliberate piledrive anyone into the boards (despite the fact that he was suspended 10 games for doing the EXACT SAME THING in the AHL). And we’ll get yet more trolls on our blogs and boards and chat rooms–this time though, the trolls will bray about King Sid and the Archangel Marc-Andre and Sergei Gonchar, and we’re not going to win a single game, and whatever other mindless effluvium bubbles up from the depths of their pea-brains and crumb-laden keyboards.
Fuck ‘em. It’s all about the Vengeance, baby. Vengeance for Cole’s broken neck, vengeance for Eddie Johnston deliberately hamstringing the Whale in 1991, whatever. It’s all about the Vengeance.
Game 1 starts Monday night in the Igloo.