I was only a young boy when the Devils won their last Stanley Cup and at the moment I still can't believe the Devils made it to the finals. I am extremely pessimistic about everything, but I am very proud of the Devils this year no matter the outcome tonight.
I really only started following the Devils on a daily bases at the beginning of the 2010-2011 season and seeing this team's transformation from one year to the next is amazing.
Its been a good ride this year and I don't think the success that we've had this year will really sink in for a while for me.
So lets go devils! If we are going to go down lets go down fighting!
So many predictions in the main GDT thread, but I try to stay away from there at risk of starting a fight with some annoying KRanger fan (my new term for Rangers fans who hopped on the Kings bandwagon).
"You are about to embark upon the great crusade toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you...I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle." General Dwight D. Eisenhower on D-day, 68 years ago today.
So many predictions in the main GDT thread, but I try to stay away from there at risk of starting a fight with some annoying KRanger fan (my new term for Rangers fans who hopped on the Kings bandwagon).
Thank you And oh God, I havent been on the main board in so long, would just frustrate me even more.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And what does that poem mean to you Thornton?
It means....I don't take **** from nobody.
This video is fitting in more ways than one. How many games do we need to win Thornton!? SAY IT!!!!!
And oh God, I havent been on the main board in so long, would just frustrate me even more.
