I know the guys are heartbroken that we lost. But these guys have not quit.

How did we keep getting so lost in a midnight world? Why did we continue lamenting as we wounded our hearts and were cut apart?

I gave them free rein to chop and hack and slash and cross-check and do whatever it was gonna take to keep the puck from going in.

We got away from the things that worked for us. We stopped skating. They grabbed the momentum and we couldn't get it back.

I know it's a cliche, but our guys didn't quit.

Homey don't quit. What else are you gonna do? It's like those guys in the cartoon they get up in the morning, check the clock and fight all day and after it's over they check the clock and go home. That's how it goes.