I swear, it's like I'm playin' cards with my brother's kids or somethin'. You nerve-wrackin' sons-a-bitches.
Time for the cardiac kids to rear their ugly heads. Two relatively quick goals makes this a rough third period. Time for some speed, risk and opportunity; Thomas hasn't really been tested yet. They got 20 minutes to fix that.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Make it happen. Who wants to be the hero?