Melissa commented on last night's post
today to ask if I was alive after the excitement, and yes I am, thanks for asking! After blogging last night, I turned off the computer and took the iPad
to watch the Bruins game, and about five minutes into the third period, I
was frustrated and upset, and upset with myself for being upset. The
Bruins were down 4-1, they weren't playing very well, certainly they Weren't Getting It Done, and this is it, why am I upset, I knew this was
coming, all season they've done this, why am I upset, damn it, this is
. Sniff. Having had a sad day, I had felt myself to be somewhat
insulated from pre-game jitters, but now that it was in front of me,
well, let's just say it wasn't improving my mood any.
Then Nathan Horton scored,
making it 4-2, and I was honestly annoyed. You can't just lose quietly,
you keep trying to raise my hopes, to get me to believe, before you
crush me again? Well, I don't
believe. Damn it. A friend who's a Red Sox
fan was just telling me how she lost hope for a while during their 2004
run, and when she went to the last game, and they were giving out
buttons that said something like "I never stopped believing," she
wouldn't take one, because "I did stop!" That's where I was.
was getting ready for bed. Game still on in the background, oh they're
pulling the goalie, how cute, it's like they believe they can
... hmmm, they
scored? 4-3 then. OK. How will they lose? Will this be it? Will Toronto
score again now, the knife to the heart?
Goalie still pulled,
extra attacker on, under a minute left, and Bergeron, my Bergeron,
scored. Tie game. Bedlam at the Garden. And I'm not yelling, not jumping, just looking at the TV,
puzzled. Did that just happen?
Hmmm. Oh, so they're going to go to OT?
Well, okay, Toronto will win and it will be crushing. Just like last
year, just like so many other times. Shit
But I watched. And with Chara forming a six-foot-nine, 255-pound screen in front of the goal, Bergeron scored again. In overtime.
The game, the series. They won. The Bruins. Won.
just sat there, not yelling, not excited, just ... dumbfounded. Did
that just happen? (I'm not the only one who asked that question
either.) Did I just see that? Is that Bergeron, running and jumping up and down on
his skates? Am I awake?
"Insane Game 7 Rally," NHL.com is calling
it today; "miraculous rally" and "the wildest game of this year's
playoffs" from the Hockey News, "epic" from Backhand Shelf. I've
certainly never seen anything like it. The closest I can recall is a
non-Bruins game seven from a few years back (knowing my memory, probably
more like ten, or twenty, but who knows), I think it was the Devils,
and maybe Washington, and one team was down by two goals, I want to say,
and then scored three times in like the last minute to win, stunning
the other team completely. Does anyone else remember that? Am I making
it up? My memories are vague enough (and possibly flat-out wrong, since
no one else brought it up today) that I am not having success searching it out.
coverage of this one: the game summary in GIFs
, and a nicely written piece from the other side
. If you're really interested (and I'm not judging if
you're not) and have half an hour, here's the condensed game
: goals, saves, hits, the works. Since I
couldn't bear to really watch
the end last night, I felt like I was seeing it for
the first time! Hearts of lions, indeed. Also kudos to whoever put it
together, for including the part where, when they were down 4-1, Jack
talked about how Toronto was going to eliminate the Bruins "unless they
suffer a colossal collapse..." Check!
Anyway. The Bruins advance to round two
about that? And, I was shocked to hear, they haven't faced the Rangers
in the playoffs in 40 years. How is that possible? 1973? When they've
played Montreal a bazillion times* in that span? Weird.
*Okay, only 18, but still. Almost every second year versus 0-for-40? How does that happen?
Fun fact: the
Rangers have a player, Mats Zuccarello, who is listed at
five-foot-seven. Can't wait to see him next to Chara! Fourteen inches
difference? That will make a fun photo. Much like this one, of Sabres
teammates John Scott and Nathan Gerbe, who are 15 inches apart (as seen on Backhand Shelf
, awhile back).
starts tonight*, Chicago-Detroit tomorrow, but the Bruins, thankfully,
get a few days off (after 3 games in 4 nights), and don't play until
Thursday. Then they very kindly do not disrupt my Saturday plans, and
are playing game two on Sunday--in the afternoon, even, so I can get to
sleep at a decent hour. It's all very kind of them. Because, you know,
it's all about me.
*So does LA-San Jose, but I won't see any of those
games due to the time difference (maybe, maybe Saturday's 9 PM start,
if I'm awake after the Webs trip, but I doubt I'd stay up for the whole
thing). Do we call this the Battle of California? The Cali Cup?
story: It is not at all unusual for me to meet someone and in so doing,
become the biggest Bruins fan they know. I am not the biggest Bruins
fan ever, I know that (I've seen the face-paint people), but a lot of people don't know a lot of Bruins fans,
if you follow me, so when they meet me and I say things like, "I don't
know why the Bruins keep losing, it's like they don't want me to be
happy," it seems to make an impression. Not one I'm intentionally
setting out to make, but it does happen. As an example, one of my coworkers sent me an email this morning that he was thinking of me last night, with this picture:
So there's that. And last night at stitch and bitch, when I said I had to leave at the end of the first period so I'd be home in time for the second, someone asked me how long it is between periods, and when I said 18 minutes, she was pretty amused. (I think that's right, though; but I know, it's a fairly specific answer.)
And now it appears to have
happened with the chiropractor, who I only met for the first time a few
months ago, remember. First, he recently gave me a Bruins rubber bracelet
(actually, a handful so I can give some to friends), which kind of makes
sense because he's in healthcare and these have the Hallmark Health
logo on them (healthcare provider of the Boston Bruins). Then, yesterday he gave me a Bruins fleece jacket (or,
more accurately, the office manager gave it to me). Which sounds a
little ... funny as I write it out, but it didn't feel that way at all.
More like, he came across it and thought oh, I know who would appreciate
this. And of course, I do! And clearly, it carries some good karma in it, don't you think?
I'm starting to come down from the initial high. I did not get enough sleep last
night, surprise surprise. Not long enough, too much adrenaline. It took
me a bit to unwind enough to go to sleep, and then when my bladder woke
me an hour before the alarm went off, my brain kept me from falling back
to sleep. Earlier to bed tonight.
I wore a Bruins shirt to work
today, under the non-casual-Friday layer, and due to my laundry status
being Not Caught Up, I was down to my last clean Bruins shirt, the Terry
O'Reilly! Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course, but it isn't the first choice for celebrating a team victory. Must do a rare mid-week load of laundry before Friday.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to write about something other than hockey (no promises). Maybe lilacs! And license plates!