Aaaggghhh!
So about that "entertaining game" or "good hard skate" that I said I needed... Last night I decided to watch the Jackets/'Canes game at home, since no one was around to rush it with me and I'm under pretty strict instructions not to go to Nationwide by myself. It was a fairly entertaining game for a while, and I was pretty excited that Carolina scored first. I will say it was kind of tough for me to figure out who to root for. I mean, Filatov and Garon are really the only Jackets I like (granted, Nash, Mason, etc are good, I just don't really care about them for whatever reason). And I'm not a huge fan of Carolina, but I do rather enjoy Cam Ward (I'd rank him as somewhere around my third favorite goalie). Since Mason was in goal for the BJs, my goalie love won out over my hockeycrush on Nikita and I rooted for the 'Canes. Yea, that was apparently not such a great idea. During the game Nash was hovering around the net, and clipped Cam's leg with his skate. I about cried. Ward skated over to the bench and left a trail of blood behind him, and apparently lost a good bit of blood in the runway. They ended up taking him to Riverside (funny, that's where #2 was for a good while) and kept him overnight. I really hope it wasn't anything too bad. NHL.com reported that he got stitches, so I really hope it was just a laceration and didn't hit anything like major blood vessels or tendons.
After that little fiasco I decided Rick Nash was on my shit-list for the night, even though it wasn't anything intentional. Yea, it was one of those nights. For some unknown reason I just kind of felt like ripping someone's face off... I ended up missing the end of the Columbus game and came back into the Pens game at the start of the second. Just in time to see Flower pulled and Johnson scored on. That? That really didn't help me out with wanting to light all of this damn city on fire. So I actually turned off the game (second time I've ever done that. First time was because I wanted to sleep). Then I dragged Roomie #2 with me out on a walk around campus for about two hours. It kind of turned into a bitchfest. But it was made somewhat better by the fact that we found a very large quantity of leaves on the Oval. Now, #2 and I are country girls from areas where we actually have hills and trees (hell, my house in in a forest), so we've been missing quite a bit while in school here. So of course, at one o'clock in the morning, we decided to pile all of the leaves and jump in them. What made it even better was that a group of kids in the marching band were doing a scavenger hunt and helped us make our pile even bigger. There is nothing more fun that getting a group of strangers to help you make an epic leaf pile and jumping in it for about 40 minutes in the middle of the night. Truth be told, that made me feel a little better, and I successfully refrained from stabbing anyone last night.
I just checked on the score from last night's games, and the fact that the Pens lost so badly has me a little miffed. I mean, I'm happy for Nabby getting a shutout, but dammit, why'd it have to be against my team? I know I know, They're not going to go 80 and 2 or anything, but really? Ugh, Ezo + PMS + general life irritations + wanting to kill someone + being cooped up alone all day + Pens losing = OMG, YOU COULDN'T SCORE ONE GOAL?! NABOKOV IS GOOD, BUT HE ISN'T GOD!!!ONE!1 IS ONE GOAL REALLY TOO F*&%ING MUCH TO ASK?!? So yes, last night was kind of bad. But the boys will recover, my liver will (hopefully) recover, and everything will be cool again. I still love the team, but sometimes... well, sometimes I just need my space. Last night was one of those times. Ah well, here's to hoping I can drag some poor, lost soul one of my roommates to the rink with me to work some of this irrational anger out.
After that little fiasco I decided Rick Nash was on my shit-list for the night, even though it wasn't anything intentional. Yea, it was one of those nights. For some unknown reason I just kind of felt like ripping someone's face off... I ended up missing the end of the Columbus game and came back into the Pens game at the start of the second. Just in time to see Flower pulled and Johnson scored on. That? That really didn't help me out with wanting to light all of this damn city on fire. So I actually turned off the game (second time I've ever done that. First time was because I wanted to sleep). Then I dragged Roomie #2 with me out on a walk around campus for about two hours. It kind of turned into a bitchfest. But it was made somewhat better by the fact that we found a very large quantity of leaves on the Oval. Now, #2 and I are country girls from areas where we actually have hills and trees (hell, my house in in a forest), so we've been missing quite a bit while in school here. So of course, at one o'clock in the morning, we decided to pile all of the leaves and jump in them. What made it even better was that a group of kids in the marching band were doing a scavenger hunt and helped us make our pile even bigger. There is nothing more fun that getting a group of strangers to help you make an epic leaf pile and jumping in it for about 40 minutes in the middle of the night. Truth be told, that made me feel a little better, and I successfully refrained from stabbing anyone last night.
I just checked on the score from last night's games, and the fact that the Pens lost so badly has me a little miffed. I mean, I'm happy for Nabby getting a shutout, but dammit, why'd it have to be against my team? I know I know, They're not going to go 80 and 2 or anything, but really? Ugh, Ezo + PMS + general life irritations + wanting to kill someone + being cooped up alone all day + Pens losing = OMG, YOU COULDN'T SCORE ONE GOAL?! NABOKOV IS GOOD, BUT HE ISN'T GOD!!!ONE!1 IS ONE GOAL REALLY TOO F*&%ING MUCH TO ASK?!? So yes, last night was kind of bad. But the boys will recover, my liver will (hopefully) recover, and everything will be cool again. I still love the team, but sometimes... well, sometimes I just need my space. Last night was one of those times. Ah well, here's to hoping I can drag some poor, lost soul one of my roommates to the rink with me to work some of this irrational anger out.