In case people don't have/want to look at facebook:
A letter to a piece of trash.
Dear, Corey Perry,
You have made a career out of taking shots; from well placed, top shelf one timed beauties, to cheap hits taken at opposing players your team cannot stop. You have all the talent that God could bestow upon a hockey player. You are a bona fide superstar; a true scoring machine, yet you cannot seem to resist lowering yourself into the role of a rec league goon. In arenas all across North America, the chant of "Perry Is A Sissy" follows you wherever you go. In a sport where big time goal scorers are typically beloved across fan bases, you are despised everywhere outside of Anaheim. Your dirty style has rubbed off on your teammates as the years have progressed, and now it seems that the Ducks take pleasure in injuring opposing players that they cannot defeat on the ice. You and your minions ended the postseason, and nearly the life, of Ryan Johansen after repeated shots to the groin from stick after stick caused him to develop acute compartment syndrome from the internal bleeding. You slammed our captain, Mike Fisher, into the boards head first, sucker punched him in the back of the head as he tried to get to his feet, and took him out for the remainder of the Western Conference Finals. Next, you zeroed in on their replacement: Pontus Aberg and then our second leading scorer in the regular season, Viktor Arvidsson. Both of whom were pulled off the ice in critical times following cheap shots, and tested in accordance with the NHL's concussion protocol. Thankfully, neither Pontus or Arvi missed any additional time after passing the concussion tests, but the head hunting from the Ducks continued. After Pekka Rinne had made one of his trademark brilliant saves, the puck was frozen, but you tried to jam the butt end of your stick through the eye holes in Rinne's mask and injure him. Just another typical Perryesque dirty play. Despite the two major injuries your team inflicted, despite the countless others you tried to remove from the ice when you couldn't stop them...when the clock hit 0:00 in Smashville tonight, your Ducks STILL couldn't get the job done. You take out one Predator, the next man up steps in and takes his place. Injure our captain? Pontus Aberg nets a game winner in Anaheim. Bust up the JOFA line and take out Joey? Colton Sissons turns in the game of his life by putting up a hat trick in the biggest game in franchise history. Unlike your Ducks, our Predators are not a collection of superstar individuals; we are a cohesive unit, the very definition of what a team should be, and we are the team that beat you and sent you packing. To quote "A Knight's Tale" Corey Perry, "You have been weighed. You have been measured, and you have been found wanting."
So, it is with the utmost Predator Pride that I tell you for the third time in three postseason meetings: Take your dirty hitting, cheap shotting, goalie bashing, whining, Daffy Duck behind back to SoCal and don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out. You couldn't stop us. You couldn't even contain us. Take a hike, Corey. Our hands go up...and they freaking stay there.