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"...we're in the bottom of the third period with two goals apiece. The
Demons are in red and they've been controlling the puck for most of the
afternoon.  Right, Bob?"

"Yes, Jim, that's right.  It surprises me that the Saints have managed to
hold on this long.  They've been beaten all day, but thanks for the score
can go to only one man."

"You're speaking of Jesus, their phenomenal new goalie.  He's been on fire
all afternoon.  The Demons have tried to nail him down, but they haven't
been able to finish him off."

"You got it, Jim.  The Saints made a fantastic trade for him, and I'd say
they got their money's worth."

"Ooohhh, the refs have just called Peter for highsticking.  We've got a
power play coming up for the Demons.  And there's only a minute twenty
left to play."

"I don't know how the Saints will manage to hold on without their star
defenseman.  They don't call him 'The Rock' for nothing."

"Beelzebub has the puck in the middle.  He's past the blue line.  Now
he passes off to Satan on the right wing."

"Oh, what a move!  Did you see that?"

"Satan fires a shot...JESUS SAVES!  WHAT A SAVE!!  I've never seen anything
like that in the twelve years I've covered hockey!"

"Me neither, Jim!  The puck just seemed to come right to him!  Amazing!"

"Jesus dumps it outside to Abraham.  Abraham brings it up the left side.
The double team is on him...But Moses breaks clear!  Abraham dumps it
off...Moses shoots!  He scores!"

"Wow!  What a rally by the Saints in the final seconds!  And against a
power play!  I see the Cup in their future."

"I bet you're right, Bob.  The final score is Saints 3, Demons 2.  I'm
Jim Russell with Bob Thompson saying, so long, hockey fans."