Apr 23, 2006 10:17
Monday is going to be a blood bath.
I don't care how fucking clean that hit was, Campbell freighttrained this 20 year old kid.
Right now, we are a brotherhood, fuck diversity, fuck the miles that separate our hometowns. Right now, we're the Phiadelphia Flyers and we're a family and Brian Campbell took out our little brother last night and Monday, we will make his team pay dearly.
If Buffalo's team wants to make this an out and out physical war, fine, we'll do it. But here's how it's going down. You won't play your fast game with your little forwards. You'll play a physical game, you will grind it out every night until you can't feel your legs under you, you will work until your lungs are burning and it feels like you can't take a deep breath of air, we will play you until we break you and we will make you pay. We will make. you. hurt. I won't promise anything, but I hope to fucking hell that when we fly back to Philadelphia, there is one less Sabre on that plane. One guy who has a torn ACL or a concussion, we're past separated shoulders and broken fingers. You want to play with grown men, fuck you, you'll play our style whether you like it or not.
Why?
Because. You don't. fuck. with. us.