Holy Canada. Last night’s Blackhawks/Canucks game was one cake-eater away from being The Mighty Ducks. So much drama that someone had to write this thing in advance. I was fangirl-ing away on the couch.
We open on the Madhouse on Madison. Vancouver goalie Roberto Luongo is having a tough time – dethroned as team captain at the start of the year, featured in the All-Star Game teaser commercial then not voted into the game, lost 2 in a row after the Nucks took a 3-0 lead in the series against the defending Cup champs. So last night backup goalie Cory Schneider got the start. Cue close-up and dramatic music: is this the new hero?
The Canucks had three 1-goal leads, each time the Hawks took it back. Especially this one, where Letang-inspired Michael Frolik was tripped on a breakaway and awarded a penalty shot. GOLDBERG! Not only does Frolik get the goal… tragedy strikes.
Schnieder is hurt, so Luongo comes on in relief. Luongo wasn’t even on the Canucks bench – he was watching on TV in the locker room! Apparently the bench was too full. Is that like saying, “I’m fine!” when you’re clearly not and heaven help the boyfriend who takes you at your word? I’m calling shenanigans on that nonsense.
A huge thunderstorm parked itself over my house last night – we had to close all the windows and crank up the volume just to hear the TV. Call it Mother Nature’s version of “Chelsea Dagger” because the Hawks’ Ben Smith won the game in OT. God Bless North Carolina.
Me: screaming, jumping, emotional collapse. And now we get to do it all over again. Game 7 on Tuesday at 9 PM. We wanted it, we got it. I’ll be wearing my Toews shirt. Tazer Cats will be annihilating with their beams. Neighbors will complain. But in the movies, they always do.