Bruins, Do This For Me. Huge, Quickly.

It doesn't get much bigger than tonight across the NHL. Talk about excitement. Two Game 7's and a Bruins-Habs matchup. Six hours of heaven for a hockey fan (or maybe more than six hours, given the way these playoffs have gone). Both of the other matchups have ramifications for B's fans. The Flyers-Sabres game will help determine who Boston would play if they advanced to the conference semis (again). Out west, the Canucks are on the verge of blowing a 3-0 lead and erasing Boston from the top of the wall of shame when it comes to that horrific type of collapse. B's fans will surely be clicking back and forth between those matchups.

But the real deal happens at the Bell Centre, home of the Montreal National Diving Team. Wait. Check that -- the Montreal Canadiens, who have won more Stanley Cups than any other franchise in the history of the league. That's pretty impressive... why do they need to dive? They're pretty damn good. Just play the game. It's tough to respect a team that plays with more cowardice less class than anyone else on planet earth. But I digress. This isn't about the Habs, it's not about PK Subban being a whiny little bitch, it's not about Max Pacioretty tweeting from the press box between periods. It's about the black and gold, who control their own fate each time they take the ice.

That's it. There's nothing more to it. They control their own fate. When the B's bring their skating game, when they are motivated, when they stick to their identity -- they win. And I'll be dumping my pants if they don't win, because I don't want a game 7. The last two times we've had a game 7 at home, we've lost. The last time we had a game 7 versus montreal, which was the year directly prior to the aforementioned losses, we lost that one too. I don't want anything to do with game 7. You gotta do this for me, tonight. Huge, quickly. Wrap it up in 6, boys. Shut them up for the summer.