I woke up tired this morning, real tired. But this is one of those days where you don’t mind going into work half asleep because you stayed up well past your bedtime.
I say well past because I’m not really sure what time it was when I finally closed my eyes for the night because I don’t remember much (and no I didn’t have a heart to heart with Sailor Jerry). I can tell you that I do remember watching the start of the third over time of game one of the 2013 Stanley Cup Finals between the Boston Bruins and the Chicago Blackhawks. I saw the puck drop, after that things get hazy. I remember seeing great plays towards the net. I remember hearing Doc Emmerick’s voice change as the action of the third extra 20 minute period went on. I remember dreaming about this beautiful blonde on the beach handing me a cold one while she was grilling a t-bone, but that’s neither here nor there. As my eyes grew heavier and the game went on I remember opening my eyes after hearing players bang against the boards to the left of Rask, then with one eye closed and the other half opened I heard the call, “Rozsival…a shot, SCORRREEEEE!...Deflection in front and it’s over!”
That’s how game one ended and that’s how my day ended, with Doc Emmerick telling me that the marathon game was over. The Blackhawks had won 4-3 and I could now go to sleep.
*Oh by the way…*people who say hockey is boring or it’s too difficult to understand and watch, should watch last night’s game on repeat. You don’t have to understand a damn thing about hockey to know what an amazing game that was. It had everything you could ever want in a sporting event.