I know why the Senators Lost the Stanley Cup.

It’s not because they played bad.
It’s not because they weren’t good enough.

The reason they lost
is because…

I wanted them to win.

I don’t even know why I even bother to hope.

That is “Life’s” funny way of kicking me in the balls.

Hostie! Toi, mon tabarnac de ciboire de St. Sulpice,
tu me fais chier en christ!

Crap!
I need help to pronounce all that.

(Sorry about that.)

Now I go to the bathroom and weep.