City of Incest about to feel the wrath of a good ol' fashioned Pensnation raping.

There's nothing quite like watching a hockey game, especially when it matches up two teams from the same state for the Eastern Conference Finals. Of course, one is going to win and head to TSC, and the other will go back home crying - or in Fuckadelphia's case, they will make excuses all series about why they are doing so poorly and blame it on the other team, Pittsburgh, for outlandish plays they just can't keep up on.
After the first game of the series where the Pens sent Briere back to where the little bitch came from, it was obvious that this series was going to be like playing Ottawa again. No problems there, except the fact that Canadian teams have more class than Fuckadelphia ever will, especially coach John Stevens. Besides the fact that he looks like that kid in high school that had his head draped over a TI-80 for four years that everyone hated, he showed just how classy Fuckadelphia is at Sunday's game 2 of the series, where he spouted "That's fucking bullshit!" at least 5 times after the clock had run 6 seconds more than what he thought to be fair.
First of all, the man has got to know he's being framed at every angle (though I don't know why...he's an ugly S.O.B) and anyone with half a brain cell could figure out what he was saying. Right, you're pissed off - let it go. Or...you could do what Hartnell did all game and keep a muddy half grin/half snarl on your face and not do anything about it. Whatever the case, don't act like a angsty teenager just because your team sucks and you're finally realizing it. Sure, Sid the Kid has been known to say "fuck" every once in a while when he gets jobbed during a play, but he's actually doing work - whereas you Mr. Stevens, are sitting your ass on the bench doing nothing productive with your sacred Flyers. Orange Crush is right, this series is going to be a shoe-in.
I also have another bone to pick with game 2. Not even mentioning the fact that Versus gives some of the most mal-productive commentary out there (am I actually wanting Steiggy back?) one of the most outrageous things I have seen in the playoffs was the disallowed goal by Gonch (some thought it was Crosby, but in fact it was Gonch.) If the boys upstairs would have pulled their heads out of John Stevens' ass crack for 30 seconds while the play was being executed (I guess that's what happens when Versus decides to put two idiots in the box calling the game who run off in tangents about games we don't give a shit about) they would have seen that the puck DID IN FACT cross the line, and that there are many stills from the play that show the puck over that line. You would also think that Fuckadelphia and Cumberger would do something productive with that small momentum booster, but of course, they didn't.
Oh well, I guess it didn't matter whether we got the goal or not. MadMax showed Pensnation why he is so badass and why injuries won't hold us back (coughseanaverycoughkimmotimonen) and even though people call us divers, call-embellishers, bitches, etc...they can't deny the fact that we are winning, and in the playoffs that is all that matters. It also helps to have people like USS Gill and Scary Gary to ward off any players that seem to think they can step to our guys...but as soon as they get within 5 feet of GR's death stare, they know we are all business.
So now we are left to wait until Tuesday evening when the Pens and the Fuckers meet in Fuckadelphia for game 3. With a 2-0 cushion riding under our belts as we coast into the city of inappropriate brotherly love, my only concern is that we need to keep the momentum going and ward off the demons of past losses. It's do or die time to say the least, and this is where we would all cue in "Eye of Tiger" and start running up stairs. Hey, if Stallone can make it happen, so can Bing. Personally, I think it would be amazing to see Malkin run up to the Liberty Bell after we finish the series and bang it like a gong to show "filly" is finished, but I'm not sure if he would understand the significance. Whatever the outcome, it's always sweet to finish off a Pittsburgh native who abandoned his roots for a run-down city with no talent like Philadelphia. Advice to Cumberger after the 4th game loss - become an unrestricted free agent or move to somewhere like China...they can appreciate a choke artist there. Free Rice?