Ahem...*taps mic*...mind if I drop some mad retro beats on ya'll this evening?
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful game,
that started down in yucky Socal,
where very few are sane.
The Kings was a "mighty" divin' men,
the Ducks be old and lame.
We don't really care who wins,
Give us seven games of pain.
...seven games of pain...
The weather started getting rough,
Up 2-0 LA couldn't put it away.
Even if they lose again,
It's not as bad as San Jose.
...not as bad as San Jose...
The series ends tonight in the land of "Yeah that's probably silicone"
with the Sack of Glory,
the Analrapist too,
Getzlaf and his receding hairline,
the throbbing Selanne,
Two man enter, one may leave,
Grown men will cry with another game seven!
And, now here it is, your moment of zen.