"Don't Fucking Test Me" -- The Stripes Are Ready To Go For Game 7
Game.
Seven.
Two words in the English language which, on their own, aren't necessarily anything spectacular. But when you put them together? Something magical happens. You get the greatest phrase in human history. You get the greatest 60+ minutes known to man.
Game 7. The entire season comes down to this. You win and you move on. You lose, and everything that led up to that moment doesn't mean a goddamn thing. You pack your shit and you go home for the summer. It's packed with so much intensity. Intensity from the players on the ice, from the coaches on the bench, from the fans in the crowd, and clearly from the refs as well.
NHL referee Steve Kozari ain't fucking around out there tonight. He's out there to call a good clean game. You start to get out of hand after the whistle and act like a jackass out there, your ass is sitting in the box for the next 2 minutes to feel shame. Don't fucking test him, or he'll staple your ass to the penalty box all damn night. What a beauty. Keep the mic on all night, king.
P.S. -- Brandon Montour. Former lacrosse player.