Final Dragons Battle of the Season

(Below is the team reminder/greeting/inspiration/ramblings. We made it to the finals. Joy or disappointment in the next couple of hours. I lean towards joy.)

My fellow Dragons:

The Big One. For All the Marbles. The Winner is Victorious. The Loser is a Loser. The Battle for The Golden Fleece Hidden Inside the Plutonium Piggy Bank in The Library with Mrs Robinson.

All down to this game.

The ups and downs (and down and downs) and the big ups in our last games have all led to this final battle on Sunday night.

And what a journey it's been. Take a look at who came along for the trip: Oprah, Nana Mouskouri, The Kids in the Hall, Debbie Harry, a DiPasquale and a DiPasqua, Sarah Palin, welterweight champ Pacquaio, Yoda, Douglas Adams, Airplane, Dodgeball, The Thick of It, more Kids in the Hall, and Wood Nymphs, Wood Nymphs, Wood Nymphs.

It's been salsa dancing, turkey, a nail in the foot, circumcision discussions, baby seal sweaters, the flu and weight loss, sun tan lotion, humiliation delivered in time for Valentine's, The Big Bang Theory, The Brave & the Bold and the oh so delicious Nectar of the Gods.

Perseverance, enthusiasm and comraderie -- all those helped, too. (And, man, doesn't 'perseverance' have a lot of e's in it!)

So...

The final game of the season. The Division championship.

We're up against the Beer Raiders. We have to watch #16, 4 and 2 and especially #5 who is a cherry picker with a helluva shot -- mark my words, he could cause problems. We've played these guys only once but we beat them like eggs in a souffle. So let's beat them again. And that way, y'know, we then get all the marbles and we can drink our beers with massive joy as we rowdily (but with great dignity) toast to our amazing victory.

Rink 3 at 8:45. Last game of the season. I know that Stan can't be there and that Mike is in New York. Hopefully everyone else is good to go.

"Beer Raiders" . Let's be honest: that is a truly fucking stupid name. Let's take 'em out in Dragons playoff style (and, like whoa, we have actually had style during these playoffs!!) and make them bawl in their beers like a child who just saw their balloon float into the sky, like a child who had their favorite toy stolen by harpies, like a child who has been told that all his bath toys were destroyed in a freak microwave accident -- that is how harsh their humiliating defeat shall be, that is how sad and pathetic their tears shall flow.

"Beer Raiders". Just a dumb name. They deserve to be beaten.



But before I go, for your funny bone, here is a clip of SCTV greatness. The quality is retched, but oh how I loved this one when I saw it more than 30 friggin' years ago. It's especially funny because I too use a hockey stick.

Sunday. 8:45. Rink 3. Get your game-face on, starting... NOW!

See you there,
Kevin.