Who would've thunk it?

The Hawks and Red Wings in the Conference Finals?  A rematch of the '95 Finals.  A rematch of the Winter Classic.  Gary Bettman's conspiracy machine must have been working overtime to get this matchup.  And hopefully he keeps it going in full gear to produce what he really wants: a Blackhawks/Penguins Cup Final.  That's right, Gary Bettman wants the Hawks to win, and he's going to have the league office and officials do everything in their power to cheat the Red Wings out of the series.  It's going to be great.

This is probably the part where I'm supposed to get a good hate on for the Red Wings, but I can't even be bothered.  Fuck the Red Wings and their foreign born superstars (Zetterberg?  Like that's a real name) and their stupid octupus (the most retarded tradition in all of sports) and their ancient role players who they cling to like teddy bears (are Red Wings fans really such simps that they'd be excited over Darren McCarty's decision to leave his pathetic metal band and play hockey again?) and their goalie who's so shitty the franchise can't even be bothered to buy him a proper helmet, forcing him to wear one of Dominick Hasek's old rec league cages instead.

Wait, it looks like I could be bothered to get a good hate on.  You know, it's nice to have that back.


Anyway, enjoy please enjoy watching Enrico Ciccone punch Jamie Pushor's head off.