No one wants to hear my sob story. We all need the Thrashers to win, or needed. Lundqvist isn't going to give up five goals. He doesn't do that. I really wanted them to win tonight. I needed them to win tonight. I have two or three more weeks of school left, I'm sad, I'm scared about someone shooting up my school, and I NEEDED the Thrashers to win to make everything seem possible. I needed Kari to shutout, I needed Marian Hossa to play hockey again. I needed Kovy and Kozy to get on their game, pretend that they're playing a real hockey game. I wanted us to be the Thrashers, I didn't want us to be the Wild. I haven't lost faith in my boys, I never will. Everyone has bad games, Feb. for example, we had many bad games. Sometimes bad things just happen, sometimes the hockey gods are not pleased. I think that they do play favorites, but Lundqvist is too lucky in goal tonight. I hope we bring it back next season. Do I see a complete sweep? No. But I haven't been right about anything have I? Everytime I've had faith, the boys have lost. Maybe I should give them the cold shoulder.
But I won't lose my faith. I will cry and scream and throw a fit. I'll throw my flag down and stomp on my floor. I'll hold the flag and cry into it. But I won't loose my faith.
In this series, it seems like all a fan can have is faith. I mean, I don't want to talk about the Rangers, but they did do poorly last year and they came with something to prove. Do I think we have bad players? No. I think that BH is making so really bad choices, but hey, it's not my job, and it probably won't be his next season. I hate to say it, but it's true. Look, neither you nor I can get out on the ice make these guys play any better. That's something that they have to want, and I can feel it. I can see the want in Kari's eyes. I can see the want in XLB's movements, I can see it on Holik's face when he slams his stick down on the bench, I can see it when Mellanby gets a penalty, I can see it when Kovy takes on Avery, and I can hear it in Andy Sutton's voice when he speaks. Desperation, you may call it. It's called want. You don't think they want this because they aren't "showing" it on the ice? They are playing badly! But what are you doing? Yes you, those of you that lost faith after Game 2! What am I doing when I throw my flag on the ground? NOTHING. That is just about as good as our powerplay.
These men want nothing more than to take this series and go all the way. How do you think they feel as we, the fans, the supportors of these men that pour their lives and talents into those 60 -some minutes of play, give up on them? We are aiding the Rangers in planting that seed of doubt. Together for every hit, together for every win, but we are divided for every loss! Hockey is not a personal sport and it just looks like BH just drew names for the lines out of a HAT. After that first goal, it looked like everyone was playing for himself. I would be. I would be starting fights, because if it just doesn't matter anymore, why not fight? DEAL. Deal with it. If you are a real fan, you won't lose faith. I can't lose faith. If we can't BELIEVE IN BLUELAND what can we do? Go ahead, turn around, go back to the Braves, or the Falcons, pick someone else to cheer for. As for me, I will be here. I will be here with hope, with faith. In the pre-season, in the regular season, in the post-season. I will be there for every loss, and I will still answer "Yes, The Thrashers are my team. You wanna fight about it?" We will survive, we always do. A loss is a loss. Does it sting any less by the amount we lose by? No, it doesn't. By one or by seven, it stings.
I hope within this writing you can find a faith and belief in Blueland. Do not scorn those men that, even if you don't want to say it, are trying to give you everything they got to bring home that cup.
Looters Jr.
