Yeah, I really don’t want to talk about it.
We went to Pros vs. Prospects last night, and my love of hockey was rejuvenated. No longer was I shrieking and screaming about hating hockey, about how my team sucks, etc. I saw fat Brett Hull play hockey! Neal Broten! Little Ball of Hate! Adorable young Tornado players! There were wacky hijinks and laughs to be had. The score ended up being 13-7, Pros. It was, in a word, awesome.
And then, this. The Stars play the worst team in the NHL, and lose. Go into the third period leading by a goal, and then give up 3 goals in like, two minutes. I tried to be positive before this game. I sat there and said “They’re going to lose. No, no they’re not. They’re totally going to win!” And then they played well, and led by a goal, and Otter was fucking shit up, and they lose.
So, I have lots of alcohol sitting in my kitchen. Does anyone need to come over and help me drink it?