Dear pilgrims of the Church of the Holy Flannel. Our valiant warriors and I have reflected upon this defeat against Sabres risen from the depths of hell, warriors forged in Vulcan’s furnace, whose sharpened blades stole from us a treasure of two solid gold points. At the end of this trial, we tended to the wounded, reflected upon our actions and upon the injuries inflicted upon us, both moral and physical. We have taken hold of the courage of Saint Maurice Richard and the wisdom of Saint Jean Béliveau. Already, our archers and crossbowmen, our phalanx knights and our cavalry are preparing for battle against the troops of the Senators, whom we shall face with bravery. Go Habs Go, Go Go, Go Go Go! We are of the sun, of blood, of blue sky, and of the honeyed mead. We shall shatter new heights. Amen. Amen. Amen. Alleluia. Glory to the Holy Flannel!
