As a person gets older, he or she should expect to find new levels of maturity. Our taste should evolve, our thoughts become more complex. But I will always hate the Red Wings. In other words, Fuck Detroit.
Our unofficial motto around here is that last sentence. It's a greeting. It's a celebration. It's an utterance of frustration and despair. For all occasions, there is a use for the phrase. It's like a nice pair of sunglasses. The words go with everything.
Some people on this world wide web of Internets think we're bitter. Whatever. You call us bitter, we call ourselves bold and daring. You mock us, we rally to decry you. From Abel to Yzerman, the phrase remains the same. Fuck Detroit.
Does it matter who is in goal or who is hurt or who is playing well? No, friends. There is only one thing we need to get this thing started right. It's just two words. You know what I need, baby. From 14 year old girls to grizzled veterans, the words rally us together against a common enemy.
This is your game day thread. Comment like you know the magic words.