Our lack of intestinal fortitude is ridiculous. We are killing them for 30+ minutes and it should easily have been 7 or 8 to 0. They get a seeing eye goal which is usual for them -- never a clean goal, always a deflection or a double screen or some other weak shit -- and we start to panic. Holy fuck, boys. They aren't going to fold. We actually have to play hard to win and then you can see the sweat start flowing, the urine starts flowing and we are off to the races. Fear rules the day.
It will be interesting to see if we have the stones to play a decent enough 3rd period to hold them off. If they can't hold a 3 goal lead at home it's all over but the singing.
