As the Blue Jackets enter this game on the brink of elimination, let me offer some words of encouragement from the poet William Ernest Henley (with some minor alterations::
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pitt from goal to goal,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.