What to say, sports fans, what to say? It happened, it really happened.
I spent the bulk of yesterday avoiding the subject of the pending Game 7, wherein my precious Habs could eliminate my arch nemesis - the "globally delayed" Alexander Ovechkin - from the NHL post-season, thereby tarnishing his reputation (further?) and greatly increasing my chances of hockey pool victory. I feared that by discussing the game, or even acknowledging it, I would somehow jinx their chances. So I tread lightly, avoiding those in my office who were likely to bring it up (which has other benefits as well). This meant staying in my office with my headphones on for the bulk of the day, and feigning sleep during the carpool rides to and from work. Annnnd, once home, I sacrificed a few farm animals, praised Chthulu, and raised a single bottle of the same beer I consumed during their Game 1 victory. Symmetry!
And, as you well know by now, it worked. Things got a little intense, but it worked, and ultimately - it was the most satisfying victory since our Men's Olympic gold. You're welcome Montreal.
Bring on the Pens!
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3 comments:
how's the playoff beard?
Patchy and sad. Lol.
ah, genetics.....probably still better than Sid's facial growth.
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