OMG. We fucking did it! We won the motherfucking Ed Chynoweth CUP. We have a really pretty trophy to drink the finest champagne out of! I mean, 7 up, y’all are minors.

Tomorrow morning at 7, be at the arena to congratulate the boys. Or hand them a Red Bull, I imagine they are exhausted. But then again, I imagine they are too freaking excited to sleep.

Toka, you are signing my jersey.
That is all.

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PS.; Can someone get me the mailing address for the Hurricanes? I want to mail them a broom.