Bruce Boudreau was an angry elf Friday night. Too many Wing fans in his arena. Too many loud voices in his head. Too many bad visions and sounds.

He kinda lost his mind just after his boys got their asses handed to them. The odds of that happening again are about as slim as he is portly.

Every game matters. Every shift is reason to stress. All aboard. And, transplants, say hello to all the poultry fans for us. You know they love us.

LGRW. It's a Live Blog and, bitches? You know, somewhere...somehow, Murph is absolutely wasted. Jesus.