Dear Shea Weber:
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip's not done,
Our team has weather'd every rack, in the series down by one ,
The end is near, or so I hear, the Chicago fans exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O Hart! Hart! Hart!
O the bleeding black and red,
Tomorrow we'll have the series tied,
With Jones in your stead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—our youths have lost their way—for you the bugle trills,
For you our locker-room sorely weeps—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear leader!
Are we lost without you?
It is some dream that on this day,
You'll return, to rally us anew?
Nashville Predators News
A lot of virtual ink is going to be spilled about this game, but suffice to say we can do much better.
Yes he kinda lost it at the end of the game, but honesty he was clearly being held up.
Interesting piece from USA Today about Preds' growing fan base.
Thanks for the memories guys!
Around the Wide Wide World of Hockey
Momentum is beginning to turn in the East.
This team has some spunk!
They almost have me believing now.
Well this is awkward...
Everything you missed from the series so far.
Only 57 PIM this game!
The Ellis save was better last night IMO.
I don't see that happening.
Get out the brooms!
Talk about a physical series.
That's what you get for tanking!