Our father, who tomorrow is in Boston, Lord Stanley is your name.
Let the Blackhawk's will be done, so the series will be won, in the Madhouse or T.D. Garden.
Give us tomorrow our Stanley cup, and forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive those who cross check Jonathan Toews in the head.
Lead us not into elimination, and deliver our shots past Tuuka Rask.
Our name is the Chicago Blackhawks,
Amen.
Let the Blackhawk's will be done, so the series will be won, in the Madhouse or T.D. Garden.
Give us tomorrow our Stanley cup, and forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive those who cross check Jonathan Toews in the head.
Lead us not into elimination, and deliver our shots past Tuuka Rask.
Our name is the Chicago Blackhawks,
Amen.
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