Our father, who is Lord Stanley in Heaven,
Hockeytown needs your fame,
Thy finals come, thy cup be won,
By the Red Wings, who make our life heaven.
Give us this day our daily goals,
And forgive us of our cross-checks,
As we forgive those who cross-check against us,
(except for Claude Lemieux, the bastard,
who doesn't deserve forgiveness)
And lead us not into big Forsberg,
But Deliver us from Roy,
And give us the Finesse, the Power, and the Glory forever,
AMEN
Some Great Pics from the last round!
