Canadiens poem.

My English is as good as yours, I just write these in a stream-of-consciousness mode that I insist excuses me from small things like rules of grammar or general etiquette. Let's call it conversational English, hopped up on beans. You know what kind of beans (no, Carl Mellesmoen, not the magic ones)

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The minutae gathered from the singular pursuit of one team is at a cost. Either I quintuple my viewing by adding many more teams to my schedule or I delve even deeper into the mountain.

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Nine potential shockers that may just happen in the near future.

Tonight the scoreboard isn't enough. (It's never enough). Tonight the scoreboard doesn't show ... ... a team with pride peaking. A coach with his palm preach shading. A group of young lions nipped older. A phalanx of older lions found faster. An ageing, elegant warrior harnessing fierce fires of a white star 'c'.