Well, tonight it all happens. Game Seven. Joe Louis Arena. The Cup will be skated with, and all I ask, is "Dear God, don't let them hand it the little whiny bitch." Yes, I am referring to Crybaby, I mean Cindy, oops, I mean Sidney Crosby. I know the NHL wants to push this bastard as the face of the league. But I don't understand why. He hasn't impressed me at all. When his team needed a boost, it was Malkin that challenged Zetterberg who has owned Crosby all series. How many points did Cindy have in must-have game 6. That would be ZERO. How many shots, ONE. He has not earned the right to hoist the Cup. He whines to the refs all the time and I pray, PRAY they do not hand out cheap calls for PowerPlays to the Penguins like they did in game six. If Datsyuk had been healthy from the start of the series, this is already over. The parade would have been this week down Woodward. So dear god, let Zetterberg continue to change Cindy's diaper. Let Datsyuk get his first goal of the series. Let Franzen dominate the boards and the front of the net. Let the booming shots from Lidstrom, Rafalski, Ericsson, and Stuart find the back of the net behind Fleury. Let Kronwall bury Crybaby into the second row behind the Penguins bench. 
And let Ozzie capture his fourth Cup and punch his ticket to the Hall of Fame. In your name we pray.So in honor of Cindy Crybaby, today's song of the day is, "I Hate Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe.
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