Last night watching the Pens game, I was all…
Listen, Stamkos. I wanted you to have some luck. Not spend the whole 3rd period with your helmet off trying to convince us it’s okay if we have to see you for another round. We are impervious to your blond-ness. You didn’t even do anything last night and I am still ignoring the notes you pass in homeroom.
If you don't, JTown, I will.
This makes me want to hip check someone. It was right there and… UGH. But we are here. We can do this. (What are the chances that Crosby’s putting on that lucky cup right now and getting ready to hit the ice tomorrow night? You’ll have to lock him up tomorrow night to keep him in the suite.)
be strong. have faith.
Now to get out of my work plans for tomorrow night so there’s no one to see the way I’m acting.
Tags: jordan staal, Pittsburgh Penguins, Sidney Crosby, steven stamkos, tampa bay lightning
My heart… oh my heart during that game. All my screaming officially scared my dogs into another room to cower in the corner.
Ryan Malone… I’d like to punch him right in his weird ginger face.
Ryan Malone IS a weird ginger – thanks for pointing that out! His beard is weird – and have you seen his tats? I totally screws with my mind – ginger + gangster tats? Bizarre.
I can’t believe we’re in a Game 7 situation with the Pens/Bolts. Unbelievable for them to blow that kind of a lead.
Wow. I remember when Staal was making that face during the game, and I thought I was going to pass out from pure fear of the all-consuming rage he was projecting. He’s going to be an awesome dad someday. He can just make that face and his kids will do whatever he says.
Your optimism gives me hope. I am terrified…and an eternal pessimist. My reaction last night was equal to most people’s game 7 loss reaction. Haha…
My parents already offered to give me money so that I won’t watch the game at home. It’s THAT bad. I also wrote a terrifying blog post in which I offer to sacrifice my family’s demonic pomeranian in order to help the Pens.
Brittany – I feel where you’re coming from too – we’re in the same position with the B’s and I may have no hair left by tomorrow. Plus with the time difference…
As for demonic sacrifices, I wonder if the only way to go is human? In which case I offer up the useless moron of an exroommate (now living downstairs). This would amount to a useful contribution to society.
Sorry – I’m feeling bitchy.