Chuck and I are not talking about the Bruins/Caps series. At all.
It’s actually working out, as we restrict ourselves to screaming at televisions and telling our problems to bartenders, strangers and anyone unlucky enough to gchat us. I have discovered a hatred for the Bruins that I never knew existed, and I can only assume she feels the same about the Capitals. Good thing we don’t have to care about each others’ teams like this in the regular season.
I’m on vacation in Florida and by the third period of yesterday’s game, my entire family was inside yelling at the TV. Even my mom, who asked, ‘What inning is it?”, declared that Holtby was playing really well and she enjoys all the hugging. I think she and Joel Ward would get along famously (seriously, in this photo gallery he is hugging everyone).
Yesterday’s game gave me fits, because at times it looked like the Caps of January and February – blown lead, spotty defense, a llama in ice skates where Ovechkin should be. But they held on hard and got the late lead with this bullet:
Brouwer scores, assist from iCarly, and we call an ambulance to check on Gator.
So here we stand. The Capitals are up 3-2 with the chance to clinch today in DC. I’d be there if I could, but instead I’ll be at the pool bar, Backstrom shirt over my bathing suit, enjoying the discount beer refills and trying to keep my four-letter words to a minimum. Not too bad, right? Now I just hope I have to find someone to hug.washington capitals