We shan’t go too much into detail in order to not compromise ongoing ops (and, we have to admit, also out of consideration for the tender sensibilities of the good citizens of the Empire), but it would appear that the little heart to heart His Imperial Majesty’s Siths had in the Rangers’ locker room after game 3 somehow managed to, erm, motivate the team a bit.
And all they did was to inform the team that His Majesty had a very… personal interest in their performance in upcoming games. Alright, let’s be honest here, the three hour marathon viewing of B.C.’s Greatest Photoshop Hits™ by the very captive audience probably didn’t hurt either. Correction: It probably did hurt. A bit. But not near as much as the announcement at the end that this was just the trailer and that the whole show would be beamed into their very brains should they fail to impress us.
You may have noticed that Ron Washington’s calisthenics were a bit more enthusiastic than usual whenever the Rangers lived up to our very modest and reasonable expectations in games 4 and 5.
We don’t expect much. We just expect them to win. Or, failing that, to enjoy their future careers polishing solar panels on the surface of Geonosis.
3-2 now. Rangers in 6.