If you love your team with all your heart and more than your enemies love their team , your team will triumph from the power of your love. This is a fact.
Time will stand still as your favorite defenseman's rising slapshot makes it's way, like a laser beam, from the top of the circle into the net. Popcorn flies from your mouth into the lady's hair sitting in front of you as you shout SCORE. Hockey is not a sport , it is a religion. The arena is it's church.
On game night we would plug in a light up Infant of Prague (available at most yard sales in certain neighborhoods),open our shrine and blast Headhunter by Krokus on the stereo. The shrine had holy relics like Jacques Lemaire's autograph on a puck and a team photo.
Give all your love and God will grant you the Cup. Unless, of course, the affliate grabs your best guys.
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