The Cup changes everything...
The crest goes on your chest...Close to your heart.
The name on the front means more than the one on the back.
These thin blades of steel can carry the weight of absolute victory...Or certain death.
Given the amount of effort it takes to score, it seems only fitting that it's called a GOAL.
If speed kills, consider yourself mortally wounded.
The ice is my stage; in the blink of an eye I am behind you.
I can bring thousands to their feet with a single shot.
They call me...Sniper.
I have worked harder than ever before.
I have played when my bones ached and my lungs burned.
And I will do whatever is necessary...Just for a chance.
You have no right to something that is meant for me.
If you push me, I will push back.
Knock me down and I will get up, and you will face the wrath of hell.
This Cup is meant for me.
It has always been my destiny.
Therefore, you have no claim to it.
We have waited all our lives for this moment; but you will not deny me what is rightfully mine.
There are no trophies for second place.
There are no engravings, no champagne baths.
Just a long walk down a quiet hallway...
And the silence can break your heart.
No one remembers who came in second.
It's 20 inspiring 20,000 and 20,000 inspiring 20.
It's fighting to claim every inch of ice.
It's entering a faceoff with more than your stick.
It's killing a penalty before it kills you.
It's making them regret they ever crossed the blueline.
It's a goalie protecting an entire city.
It's skating EVERY shift like it's 45 seconds to live...
It's the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
GO AVALANCHE!
The name on the front means more than the one on the back.
These thin blades of steel can carry the weight of absolute victory...Or certain death.
Given the amount of effort it takes to score, it seems only fitting that it's called a GOAL.
If speed kills, consider yourself mortally wounded.
The ice is my stage; in the blink of an eye I am behind you.
I can bring thousands to their feet with a single shot.
They call me...Sniper.
I have worked harder than ever before.
I have played when my bones ached and my lungs burned.
And I will do whatever is necessary...Just for a chance.
You have no right to something that is meant for me.
If you push me, I will push back.
Knock me down and I will get up, and you will face the wrath of hell.
This Cup is meant for me.
It has always been my destiny.
Therefore, you have no claim to it.
We have waited all our lives for this moment; but you will not deny me what is rightfully mine.
There are no trophies for second place.
There are no engravings, no champagne baths.
Just a long walk down a quiet hallway...
And the silence can break your heart.
No one remembers who came in second.
It's 20 inspiring 20,000 and 20,000 inspiring 20.
It's fighting to claim every inch of ice.
It's entering a faceoff with more than your stick.
It's killing a penalty before it kills you.
It's making them regret they ever crossed the blueline.
It's a goalie protecting an entire city.
It's skating EVERY shift like it's 45 seconds to live...
It's the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
GO AVALANCHE!