Not to mention the colo-rectal puckering.
Yikes. Shouldn't have waited to start playing after 50 minutes, boys.
Except for Chris Osgood, who kept the game from being a laugher.
Here's a crazy idea: SHOOT THE PUCK ON NET.
The record for meaningful (conference or league championship level) game sevens in my lifetime?
2-3.
Losses: Pistons '86-87 (to Boston, Eastern Conference Finals), Pistons '88 (to LA, NBA Finals), Pistons '05 (to San Antonio, NBA finals).
Wins: Pistons (Eastern Conference Finals '89-'90, over Chicago); Red Wings '02 (over Colorado, Western Conference Finals).
Whee.
I'm going to be even less fun to be around come Friday evening.
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