Game 2: From Heartbreak to Glee
Due to Thursday nights loss, nerves, and emotions were already on high. Despite my husbands attempt at being overly positive I went into tonight's game with unsure expectations. I mean, here we are down one game, which is only one game. But as I mentioned I would have rather been up one. But I knew that their loss, meant that they were only going to be that much more pumped, they were going to fight that much more and they were going to get even....And yet at the same time, I didn't want to get my hopes up. After all, playoffs are entirely different as we can see. And if we lost tonight, it would be hard to come back. Not impossible, but hard.
So yes my emotions were at a high. Once again.
I turned on the tv, popped in my not so tasty but not horrible microwave meal, tried to put my son to bed. And was greatly disappointed when not even a minute old into the game, Montreal scored. We were down by one. Shortly after that two. And things were beginning to look rather gloom. I began to flip, because I really didn't want to see it. I began to think about heading back to work on Monday, began to prepare what I was going to tell them. Because lets face it I heard it as soon as I got in on Fri. So losing this game would only meant that I would hear it on Monday.
Maybe I would say screw it and call in.
Thankfully, my hopes were restored when Fehr scored, bringing the game within one. I flipped back to Law and Order while I tried to keep my son, who had been giving me a hard time all night settled down. With the game going back and forth I went back and forth between hockey, and night time dramas in which I missed the 3rd goal from the Montreal, which to me wasn't such a loss. I began to get pissed, between my unsettled son and my losing team. I think in my unsatisfied state I decided to give up on the team-which I admit was a hasty decision because I am not the kind of person to give up on the team-and decided to leave it on Law and Order when the Montreal lead grew to 4-1....Of course I couldn't stay away for that long, and by the time I turned back, just before the close of the second period I was pleased, but not thrill to find that we obtained at least one goal to go into the 2nd intermission 4-2.
I vowed I wouldn't watch and continued my Law and Order time....the 3rd period began. And somehow between a trial and the first five minutes into the period, we had scored again. And then again. And it was tied four to four. But because I didn't see one goal, I stayed away from the game. After all, we all have traditions. To some its wearing the same shirt, others its eating the same meal. Shit if they scored when I turned the channel, I figured I may as well stick to what was working. Until the end, when the Montreal much to my dismay, were up 5-4 with less than 2 minute to go.....and here we go again, a loss and we were be heading to Montreal down two.
Until.
John Carlson came in and scored....and just like that the game was tied. And we were heading into overtime. Waiting the fifteen or so minutes while intermission went on killed me. I listened to the stats and facts, how the odds had been against us, how we hadn't won in overtime lately. How this was not good. I sat on the edge of my seat and prayed for something, anything to happen but a Montreal goal.
I didn't breath.
I didn't move.
I waited, and waited and held my breath while Backstrom got the puck, stormed down the ice and scored.
Game over. Going to the Caps.
And restoring the faith of thousands of fans. Series tied 1-1.
With the series and game 3 moving to Montreal on Monday.
So yes my emotions were at a high. Once again.
I turned on the tv, popped in my not so tasty but not horrible microwave meal, tried to put my son to bed. And was greatly disappointed when not even a minute old into the game, Montreal scored. We were down by one. Shortly after that two. And things were beginning to look rather gloom. I began to flip, because I really didn't want to see it. I began to think about heading back to work on Monday, began to prepare what I was going to tell them. Because lets face it I heard it as soon as I got in on Fri. So losing this game would only meant that I would hear it on Monday.
Maybe I would say screw it and call in.
Thankfully, my hopes were restored when Fehr scored, bringing the game within one. I flipped back to Law and Order while I tried to keep my son, who had been giving me a hard time all night settled down. With the game going back and forth I went back and forth between hockey, and night time dramas in which I missed the 3rd goal from the Montreal, which to me wasn't such a loss. I began to get pissed, between my unsettled son and my losing team. I think in my unsatisfied state I decided to give up on the team-which I admit was a hasty decision because I am not the kind of person to give up on the team-and decided to leave it on Law and Order when the Montreal lead grew to 4-1....Of course I couldn't stay away for that long, and by the time I turned back, just before the close of the second period I was pleased, but not thrill to find that we obtained at least one goal to go into the 2nd intermission 4-2.
I vowed I wouldn't watch and continued my Law and Order time....the 3rd period began. And somehow between a trial and the first five minutes into the period, we had scored again. And then again. And it was tied four to four. But because I didn't see one goal, I stayed away from the game. After all, we all have traditions. To some its wearing the same shirt, others its eating the same meal. Shit if they scored when I turned the channel, I figured I may as well stick to what was working. Until the end, when the Montreal much to my dismay, were up 5-4 with less than 2 minute to go.....and here we go again, a loss and we were be heading to Montreal down two.
Until.
John Carlson came in and scored....and just like that the game was tied. And we were heading into overtime. Waiting the fifteen or so minutes while intermission went on killed me. I listened to the stats and facts, how the odds had been against us, how we hadn't won in overtime lately. How this was not good. I sat on the edge of my seat and prayed for something, anything to happen but a Montreal goal.
I didn't breath.
I didn't move.
I waited, and waited and held my breath while Backstrom got the puck, stormed down the ice and scored.
Game over. Going to the Caps.
And restoring the faith of thousands of fans. Series tied 1-1.
With the series and game 3 moving to Montreal on Monday.