Oh Canucks...
Work was work. It was actually pretty slow. The two jobs our boss had for us, we did on Friday. So Dan and I -- Helaine got called off to do fire watch -- were 'on call'. Which was code for "sit around and do jack shit unless someone needs it". And they didn't. So I played a lot of pokemon and "helped" the other team, which was doing just as little as I was.
So what else can I talk about? How about the atrocity we're calling "Game 7" of the playoffs. We were all looking forwards to this. We were all so excited. It was the Stanley Cup final, at home, for Vancouver. My dad had been waiting decades for this. And what do they do? They whiff their shots. They mishandle the puck. And they take stupid penalties. Worse yet, Boston takes no penalties. Their goalie hits one of our players in the fucking chin with his stick, and there's no call. Anyone? No? We want the home team to lose? Well ok.
I wouldn't be as upset if it wasn't such a one-sided game. I wouldn't be this frustrated if Vancouver had managed a single shot. Or even a single goal. I'll admit that Tim Thomas is a talented man. But fuck. That was just ridiculous. And my dad...Well, he's at work, where he's already bullied constantly for his support of Vancouver. I can only imagine the torture he's undergoing right now. It makes me want to cry, all told.
So I had a good day, until I watched the game. After all, my phone was given back to me, my work day was good and laid back, and despite my hormones, my cramps were at a minimum. But now...I get to go to bed on a miserable note.
I just wish I could offer my dad some comfort. Well...I really wish Vancouver had won. I feel sick...
So what else can I talk about? How about the atrocity we're calling "Game 7" of the playoffs. We were all looking forwards to this. We were all so excited. It was the Stanley Cup final, at home, for Vancouver. My dad had been waiting decades for this. And what do they do? They whiff their shots. They mishandle the puck. And they take stupid penalties. Worse yet, Boston takes no penalties. Their goalie hits one of our players in the fucking chin with his stick, and there's no call. Anyone? No? We want the home team to lose? Well ok.
I wouldn't be as upset if it wasn't such a one-sided game. I wouldn't be this frustrated if Vancouver had managed a single shot. Or even a single goal. I'll admit that Tim Thomas is a talented man. But fuck. That was just ridiculous. And my dad...Well, he's at work, where he's already bullied constantly for his support of Vancouver. I can only imagine the torture he's undergoing right now. It makes me want to cry, all told.
So I had a good day, until I watched the game. After all, my phone was given back to me, my work day was good and laid back, and despite my hormones, my cramps were at a minimum. But now...I get to go to bed on a miserable note.
I just wish I could offer my dad some comfort. Well...I really wish Vancouver had won. I feel sick...