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He shoots and scores (off the post, no less)

Most of the time, I prefer my big-time sports events to be on the boring side. I just want my team to be up by several touchdowns or three goals, and then I can relax and enjoy the game without worrying too much about the outcome.

But there is also something to be said for a game like last night's Pens-Caps game. It was at once maddening and entertaining (at least the 3rd and OT periods were; I was at choir for most of the first two). My heart stopped probably no fewer than 10 times, and I am sure my blood pressure was up. But it was great! And I just knew (well, was pretty sure) that the Pens were going to pull it out. How could they not win it with so many scoring chances?! And, I am ashamed to admit, I was almost wishing for the Caps goalie to go down. Not with a debilitating injury or something major. I just wanted him to fall flat on his face and not be able to get up until the Pens put the biscuit in.

Football will always be my first sports love; nothing can compare to it, and Lord knows I have cried more than once thanks to an unwanted outcome. But there is just something about hockey. The beauty of skating. The thrill of speed. The fast-paced action. The fights I can probably do without, but for the love of Mark Recchi, hockey is awesome, and I am glad the playoffs come in series, not single games. I just don't want it to end anytime soon.

Go Pens!


Mel said…
they surely are making it exciting, aren't they... good GRIEF what is with the overtimes? not good for the heart...
Facie :-) said…
This series has been far better than the Flyers-Pens series, for sure.

I predicted a seven-game series, but now that the Pens can clinch it tonight, I hope I am wrong, said the woman who has worn her Recchi jersey for every victory in this series (it is on now).

I am so glad for our 42" HD TV!

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