Chuck is inconsolable today about having the face Game 7 tomorrow night in Boston. Baby, this is the story of my life. Try to remember that drama is what the playoffs are about. It’s why we love them. That sick-to-your-stomach feeling that ends in leaping around the living room or lying face down on the rug. This is what hockey is all about.
Meanwhile, what is this about?
Squish, are you doing some modern art negative-space beard installation? Does a full mustache interfere with sniffing your gear for relative freshness this late in the season?
Chuck loves you and hates you and love-hates you and wishes you played for the Bruins. All 5’8″ of you.
And Steven. You have reached the tipping point in your first ever playoffs. This beard – who even knew you could grow a beard? Who expected it to be so burly? You can’t fight the lumberjack in these Canadian boys.
Watch the postgame presser here [video] – he keeps touching his face like he can’t believe it either.
So Game Seven it is. Gator and I tested the functionality of our life plan: leave work in DC at 3 PM, fly to Boston ($375 -ish but I have miles!), buy tickets ($200), crash on Chuck’s floor. If she’d let Gator in the door with I LOVE YOU STEVEN written on her face in blue marker. Sadly this plan will not work. But at the rate we change our life plans around here, we may have another by Friday night.
I will protect this house.
Little baby St.Louis looks like a wolverine ready to pounce. Or perhaps an angry badger.
Honey Badger?
YES! He’s a badass
Three thoughts from this game:
1. God, this series needs to end – hopefully with Boston winning. Not only do I think they’re the only team that can beat the Canucks, it’s time for Steven’s beard to end. There was a point back at the beginning of the Washington series that it was hot and he gained entrance into my 2011-2012 Hockey Hottie Pool, but it needs to end. Not good.
2. I have to give another shout out at how awesome hockey is. Where else could you do a media interview, and have names like Stammer, Vinnie, Bergie, Tazer, Kaner, Sharpie, Croz, Flower, Soupy and Seabs mentioned? Wicked.
3. Squishy and Vinnie are like a fine wine – they just keep getting better with age. Both in looks and talent. I remember the 2004 cup run (when Calgary actually won Game 6 but I’m not bitter) and they were not appealing. At all. Now – yowza. Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ boys. Unless of course, that means beating Boston. Less of that.
Do you need me to explain how I feel? Chuck and I share this pain.
I’ll be inconsolable if the lose. Game 7 is the day before my birthday. I’ll have to drink my way through the pain.
I nearly peed my pants when I saw that gnome say, “I will protect this house.” Then, I thought of Rick Nash beating up that tire and had to take a quick walk outside.
hmmm…rick nash…