The battlefield sits empty. Soldiers on the sidelines quietly scrub dried mud from their tanks and rifles. Nervous laughter sometimes fills the air and interrupts the solitude. Soon they’ll straighten up and meet the ememy. They know it, and they wait and wonder. Off in the distance, Zdeno Chara sinks his teeth into uncooked rodent, and savours the taste of gristle and guts. Near to him sits his friend Milan Lucic, slowly going over a book and attempting to figure out the big words. Brad Marchand is off in the distance doing things he doesn’t want his pals to see.
Thursday the war is on. Go Habs.