Tonight's the night. No pessimistic prediction tonight--tonight we pull off the Hurricanes' heads, then rip out their vertebral columns and beat them until the decapitated heads try to make whimpering noises, which they can't do because they're decapitated.
Kill kill kill blood blood blood
Savage ripping and tearing with the anger and the funny-looking eyes and the ripping and the tearing.
Optimistic prediction: Sundin doesn't suck. Luongo doesn't suck. There is a remarkable absence of suck. Burrows pots a pair, and the Sedins play like they're both evil twins. 4-1 Nuckers.
No pessimism. Just rage. Win! Maim! Disfigure!
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