Time to skip school, call in sick to work, cancel your friendships and stock up on canned goods. It’s playoff time. I’m wearing my Crosby jersey to work in DC and the Red Wings fan in my office can’t look at me. And there’s this:
And I'm back in the game!
We know you’re ready for tonight – for yelling at the TV, throwing couch cushions, texting frantically and running outside to do cartwheels in the yard. All the heart-breaking, tear-inducing, pride-swelling euphoria of the post-season.
Mike Green should be back tonight. Sidney Crosby will not. The Sedins are still robots. Tim Thomas is the NHL BAMF and gets our vote for Vezina. Corey Perry was the only player to hit 50 goals. Dallas fired their coach. Minnesota has a sense of humor. And in the end, it’s just the beginning.
graceful bow
What has that 10 year old boy done to his hair? I’m telling his mother. She’s going to be so ashamed. What will the neighbors think? Oh dear…
I’d wear my Bruins shirts to work, but the hosital would object to their not being uniform, plus one is gameworn and therefore stinky, so… I’ll have to settle for prayers, setting the Sky box to record all the games and wear my Savvy t-shirt to bed, praying to the hockey gods.