Gosh, we ended our season playing like absolute dog water. Everything we did was just... mediocre. However, St. Louis was not ready to give up that easily. With all our kissing sessions during the games, our chemistry was growing more and more each day. When we weren't kissing, we were hosting jackbox.tv tournaments inside the locker room. Every answer would be "Jimmy's mom" and the whole team would erupt in laughter. If there's anything that gets your team prepared for the playoffs, it's making fun of your GM's mother.

Come game day, we would play hot potato with an actual baked potato. This help our wings improve their slapshot speed, just don't ask me how. Our defensive memorized the hokey-pokey dance, while our goalies kept singing, "She's a brick... House," on repeat.

So far, our strategies have been successful. We've advanced to the conference finals against all odds. The smooching will continue, making fun of Jimmy's mom will continue, and we'll never lose a series again. Go Scarecrows!