We all know something happened during sudden death that fateful Sunday aftrnoon. Was it a defensive collapse? Signals crossed? Well, I’m here to tell you what REALLY happened.
After Mojo had his so-close-lose-your-breath-near goal, the defense decided that their pregame Lasagna was wearing thin and a trip to Arby’s would be a better use of their time than helping out Holtby in his end. It went a little something like this;
Hamrlik: Wides, bro, I’m stahving. Wanna go grab some Arby’s?
Wideman: OMG great idea, Hammer! Let’s ask Mojo if he wants some!
Hamrlik: Yoo, Moj, want some Arby’s? They have a coupon deal going on with their curly fries
Johannsonn: No way, brah! I’ve been wanting that curly, deep-fried perfection since the second! Count me in
Backstrom: You guys hitting Arby’s? cause, man, I could kill for one of those chocolate pastry thingys. Like my mama used to make ’em!
Holtby: Uhh guys, there’s this giant on skates coming towards me…help?
Ovechkin: You go to Arby’s? SICKK)))))get me a mocha shake, boys!
Holtby: Mocha shake?!
*Seguin gets the puck and scores*
Hamrlik: I guess we can’t go to Arby’s now…I really wanted a reuben too *sad face*
That, Caps fans, is how it went down. If the guys can plan their lunch dates after the game, we have a real chance at winning. LET’S DO THIS THING, CAPS! And, get your Arby’s later. Please.