Well now people the Blackhawks have run into a Rorke's Drift type ambush this evening, but I can't see any miraculous rearguard actions tonight. Down 5-1 with one period to go in game four, 2-1 down in the series and back to the Joe in two days time it looks all but over for my boys. Perhaps it all came a year too early for them. This has been men against boys literally and metaphorically.
Maybe next year when they're all a year older and wiser and little Kaner has progressed through puberty my boys will have become men and it'll be a different story. For now though for all intents and purposes we appear to have come to the end of the road.
We will now commemorate the passing of our play-off dreams with a few minutes R&B. Please bow your heads or stare forlornly off into the distance.
Maybe next year when they're all a year older and wiser and little Kaner has progressed through puberty my boys will have become men and it'll be a different story. For now though for all intents and purposes we appear to have come to the end of the road.
We will now commemorate the passing of our play-off dreams with a few minutes R&B. Please bow your heads or stare forlornly off into the distance.
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