Swompdonkey

Tonight the dream died...

Until tonight, I didn't believe in curses. But somewhere on that big pond in the sky, as Terry Sawchuk kicks out a wristshot that the Rocket just let loose from the hash marks, the players pause for a minute, cast a glance down at the Air Canada Centre, turn towards the grinning little defenceman and someone says "Jeez,
King, when you gonna let bygones be bygones?"

I believe in curses.