Title: Dennis Seidenberg's Time Traveling Adventure Author: JustLurking Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/B7Xi5U8q First Edit: Wednesday 14th of May 2014 11:09:25 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 14th of May 2014 11:09:25 PM CDT be Dennis Seidenberg   your team has just been eliminated from the Playoffs   by the Habs   god you hate them   you haven't been able to play in an actual game in what seems like forever   you're up on the ninth floor of the TD Garden   all you can do is muster a frown as the final buzzer sounds about the Garden   you get up from your seat and make way to the elevator   oh fuck almost forgot your coffee   you swiftly grab that as you retry your march to the elevator   you dreadfully approach the elevator hearing the Montreal faithful celebrate in your building   you shake your head and think to yourself that it shouldn't have ended like this   this was all too much for you   you press the button to go down and you resume thinking this thought   "Man, if there was a way to prevent this all from happening.."   all of a sudden an idea hits you   Rene   yeah, Rene! Rancourt has a time machine, you remember talking to him about it   he said something about using it to time travel with the Bear   you thought he was kidding, but the fierce look of seriousness in Rene's eyes proved otherwise   you also thought he was just really fucking wacko   well, might as well check in with Rancourt and see if he really is full of crap   you turn around and walk back towards your seat you were once occupying   as you approached your seat and looked out to the Garden, well, it wasn't so pretty right now   you couldn't tell whether the spilled beer and popcorn made it look ugly, or perhaps it was the rally towels scattering the ice   at this point the rink was empty and abandoned   this was the Garden's final hurrah of the season   no time to dwell, it's time to pay Rancourt a visit   you take a final swig of you coffee before it joins it's brethren down on the ice   it was a hassle to visit Rancourt, as you had to lean out of the press box and whistle the tune to "Potvin Sucks"   you prepare yourself as you begin the tune by stretching yourself far beyond the press box, making sure that anyone still remaining in the Garden was sure to hear you   as you eeked out the the first and the eventual final note, you hear some machinery noises just above you in the rafters   you look above and spot Andrew Raycroft coming down to meet you in a make-shift elevator   quite honestly you were surprised the elevator hadn't yet fallen due to the sheer mediocrity of it's construction   kind of reminds you of a certain goaltender's career, too   "Hey Seides. You rang, buddy?"   "Yeah, I want to see Rene. Is he here?"   "Of course he is, just hop on and I'll take you there."   Being you, you don't think twice and hop onto the sheet of metal that Raycraft used as an elevator   as you plopped on, the metal fell a couple feet   it fell enough to make you jump, and also to make Andrew laugh   as Raycroft pushed a button on an old walkie-talkie, the elevator started to make it's ascent to the rafters   you were eye-level with the Stanley Cup banners and Ray Bourque's number   such pride in being a Bruin   eventually you met your destination above the support beams and there you spot a carpet leading to safety   you didn't really enjoy dangling from sheet metal at the top of a sports arena, so you were over anxious to say the least   you left Raycroft with a firm handshake and made your way to the familiar gold carpet you've seen before   walking down a dark hallway, a couple of sharp turns later you're met face-to-face with a wooden door that reads   NHL Personnel Only   yeah, pretty sure you're one of those   you open the door with no hesitation and your eyes are greeted with Rancourt and Bear both sitting on the bottom of a bunk bed, staring aimlessly at an old tv   they both share dead, lifeless eyes   you look over to the tv, and the only thing there is the final score of the game you've been honored to witness   you glance back over to Rene and the Bear, who still stare at the TV   you snap your fingers at the two of them to get their collective attention