But spiritually, in a place where we live that is not real life, it's everything. It's less than a minute to go and it's a Wing lead in a game that means way too much to way too many.

Steve Perry has been replaced by a young Filipino who sounds exactly like his predecessor. It's weird. But it doesn't matter. It could be Al Sobotka singing it. It just doesn't matter. It's the timing. That's everything.

I need to hear that song. Tonite.

Two weeks ago we were at some middle school function. There was a band. They were not very good, but don't tell them I said that. They were playing a song with flutes and recorders and silly drums. Somebody had a trumpet. I recognized the tune but I couldn't place it. My wife, who knows every Wing score before I watch the game on DVR but somehow doesn't give away the result and do you have any idea how hard that would be? She nudged me and said, "that's got to be an omen."

It was that song. I know. Like I've said...it's cheesy. But holy hell if it isn't the greatest thing ever because when we hear it, you know the end is nigh.

We need to hear that song. Tonite.

It's a Live Blog, bitches. For all that's good in this world, baby Jesus. You adorable, drooling, swaddled and innocent little bundle of Helm. Do it. Give us this game. We'll be good. I promise.

1 to the WCF. 5 to the Burning. 9 to 12.