It all fell apart tonight. A night in Anaheim where a flimsy, phony Kings team trotted onto the ice and the chants of "YOU'RE MEANT TO BE OUR RIVALS BUT WE REALLY DON'T GIVE A SHIT" rang down celebrating the start of another uneventful Kings and Ducks game.
The negatives? Too many to even fucking mention. The pugnacity wasn't there. The testosterone. The belligerence. And lest we forget the truculence. The glorious sweet truculence. All weren't there.
The Ducks looked like the small team they are tonight and got a few things going against a superior Kings team that just gelled at the right time. After playing last night, and being dog tired from riding Kopitars back, the Kings put together another uneventful win for a solid, solid 2 points. Fuck I am so proud of my team tonight, on a few occasions my eyes welled up with tears watching them play. Every single player attacking the puck (then turning it over), finishing checks with tripping, missing shots, GIVING UP ON THE PLAY.
This is still a Double-B team.
My only concern now is for Artyukhin. His teammates pulled up their socks and said "Oi, will you stop fucking getting penalties?". And the PK finished what he started.
Fuck you Kings, and fuck your awesome looking third jerseys.