Everything is proceeding as I have forseen.
Game 7. I'm really not surprised--I saw this coming at the start of the series, because as I've said before these two teams are pretty much clones of each other.
The Canes blew their cool like they did in Game 3, and the Sabres took advantage of it--the only thing that kept it from being a blowout was Cam Ward (who I want to adopt).
I feel strangely calm about all of this, really.
Come on home and get a little rest. Thursday's a new day and another shot at redemption.
(written while listening to "Adrift and At Peace" by Nine Inch Nails)