"vaaarrrlamoooovvvvvvv"

What a game we had tonight. From start to finish it was just one big bag of awesome ONE LARGE CAN OF WHOOP-ASS.

FUCK YOU CAPITALS, WE TOOK THIS SHIT

First Period

We kind of admit it - Vesa Toskala starting in net for us tonight made us somewhat scared. The last game he had against the Capitals he was pulled for Jonas Gustavsson. We were nervous, but the Finnish Fashionista...well, he redeemed himself.

The announcers's mouths keep shooting the shit about Ovechkin being "always ready to score" and being "the most dangerous man in the world."

Really? More than, oh, I don't know, the leader of the Taliban or something? Al-Quaeda perhaps?

Regardless, Oven Chicken played a pretty shit game even though he did manage to score the one and only goal.

By this point the Finnish Fashionista had already made some great saves so we weren't entirely nervous. We didn't expect to come back from a washroom break and have it be 6-0.

Second Period

After a few more close chances and some Ian White dominance, Hagman nicely tips it in from Grabbo and Blake.

The battle of the goalies continued. Both teams had many more chances to score but of course either Varlamov would stand on his head or not allow the rebound, or Toskala would just, you know, SAVE the puck and not flop around like a dying fish that got caught by some fat kid up in Muskoka.

Third Period

Blah

Overtime

Even more blah.

Shoot-Outs

Easily the best part of the game. Not because of the fact that we went into shootouts or that Varlamov hadn't lost a shootout (until tonight AHAHAHAHA), but because of one simple gesture.

RALLY CAPS!

We are currently scouring the internetz for the Luke Schenn shot. You know, that one with the rally cap and that cheeky grin on his face that made every chick is Czechoslovakistan pregnant? Yeah, that one.

Our babies kicked.

Manbearbeaver (Phil Kessel) scores as the first shooter out on the ice. We restrain ourselves from getting excited.

Eric Fehr FAIL. Okay, maybe we can get a little excited.

John Mitchell is next. We reminisce back to the preseason where he scored that lethal goal in a shootout. Misses. The smiles from our faces are gone.

Oven Chicken is next. We stare at the TV long and hard, with daggers in our eyes, hoping that actually daggers come out, so that they can go through the TV and - - - - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OVEN CHICKEN MISSES

WE ARE SO WINNING THIS.

HOLLA TO HAGMAN, BITCHES.

LEAFS WIN 2-1 (in a shootout, BUT WE WIN NONETHELESS!)

RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM

WOO!

ZOMG GUIZ MONDAY IS JOHN TAVARES' HOMECOMINGGGG OMG LIKE WE'VE BEEN WAITING SOOOOOO LONG CUZ LIKE, VANESSA HAD TO WRITE A FRENCH ESSAY ON HIM ONCE AND THAT ESSAY WAS THE SOLE REASON SHE PASSED FRENCH.

Peace out.

GO LEAFS!!