I'm most likely relocating to TB this winter and would REALLY LOVE it if they could win it before I leave.
Win it for my father. He missed the last stanley cup win when he was a small child. He was a big fan but he was a little kid. While watching the game he got excited and went outside to make pretend he was Bobby Orr...low and behold Orr did his thing while my dad was making pretend he was doing his. I'd like for him to witness this one.
Win it for Savvy. I just hope he's ok enough to hold himself together during this game.
Win it for yourselves. No one, including me, thought we had enough top-end talent to be here. Well, here we are and you guys got us here. Finish the job and become the top-end talent we need.
I see it in DK, Looch, Bergy, Marchand, Horton, Seguin. These are stars just waiting to happen. Happen tonight boys.
Win it for New England
Win it for those who remember the last Cup
Win it for those who perished having never seen the Bruins win a cup
Win it for Savard
Win it for Horton
Win it for Cam
Win it for TT
Most of all, win it for each other.
Apologies to Shakespeare:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our team loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d Game seven Stanley Cup finals
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Lord Stanley
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow the Cup will be won.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Game seven day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with Stanley Cup rings,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Thomas, Chara, Horton, Lucic, Krejci, Bergeron
Peverley, Marchand, Recchi, Ference, Seidenberg
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And the Stanley Cup finals shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Montreal, Philadelphia and Tampa Bay now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Game seven day.