... or total lack thereof. I refuse to go into gory details but yeah, they brought out their immature side today. The good news is, that this team looks set to be fantastic in the near future - once these guys grow up a bit. That is good news indeed, because I can not really stomach the idea of yet another Penguins/Red Wings final next year.
Please - for the love of hockey - someone please make your team into a serious contender and knock out those Pens and Wings. Hey, I'm still dreaming of that lovely Capitals/Peachhawks finals. That would be so sick. In the good way. Make it happen. Pwease.
Anyway... ten days off from this mess sounds so appealing right now. Imagine. Ten days without seeing Puffy's puffy face on the TV (in theory). Ten days without the Wingsies. I can't wait to pretend the season is over and nobody won the Stanley Cup. The Pens shattered most of what was left of my hockey heart that wasn't already smushed by the Habs and the Wings just killed the little bit that was left. Thanks Wings. Hockey can officialy go off and die until training camp comes around in the fall.
No more hockey, please. I'm going to watch my tennis and I'm going to like it. Maybe. Depends on Roger Federer.... He'll probably crush my tennis heart by losing in spectacular fashion. Great.
EDIT: The stupid NHL is now trying to say it wants to bump up the date of the finals if both series finish up by Wednesday. Pfffft. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, DAMNIT!
Happy hockey birthday to me
Friday, April 10, 2009
(yeah, I just stole the phrase "hockey birthday" from Kristin. It's a great phrase *g*)
On April 10th, 2008, EP would witness five minutes of Game 1 of the Canadiens/Bruins playoff series. She had never seen the Habs play before. She had no idea who they were really (the only guy on the team she could name was Koivu and all she knew was that he was some Finnish guy who had had cancer) or what they had done in the regular season ("first in the what?"). All she knew was that the guys in yellow looked awful and had to go down. She witnessed the Habs getting their third goal of the night - nope, she can't remember who scored it - before she switched the channel to some dumb show - and nope, she doesn't know what the show was.
EP feels that since that day she was never the same again. Two days later she would watch her first full NHL game and she would be hooked for life.... Well... fine... so it's only 2009 now... but still *g* She would be hooked. Yes, that means you'll probably be treated to a boring lecture on Sunday *g*
The Habs world has, of yet, no idea what hit it on that fateful day, but it will know one day soon when EP puts her ebil (yes, EBIL with a B) plans into action..... Bwahahahaha...
On April 10th, 2008, EP would witness five minutes of Game 1 of the Canadiens/Bruins playoff series. She had never seen the Habs play before. She had no idea who they were really (the only guy on the team she could name was Koivu and all she knew was that he was some Finnish guy who had had cancer) or what they had done in the regular season ("first in the what?"). All she knew was that the guys in yellow looked awful and had to go down. She witnessed the Habs getting their third goal of the night - nope, she can't remember who scored it - before she switched the channel to some dumb show - and nope, she doesn't know what the show was.
EP feels that since that day she was never the same again. Two days later she would watch her first full NHL game and she would be hooked for life.... Well... fine... so it's only 2009 now... but still *g* She would be hooked. Yes, that means you'll probably be treated to a boring lecture on Sunday *g*
The Habs world has, of yet, no idea what hit it on that fateful day, but it will know one day soon when EP puts her ebil (yes, EBIL with a B) plans into action..... Bwahahahaha...
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