HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
GREATEST GAME EVER HOLY SHIT
You can tell I am busy because I have not put anything up about the greatest comeback ever seen in the history of man.
One, I was there. In the Dome. In the flesh. I saw it with my eyes. My own eyes.
I was there.
I'm sure as the time passes, the people who 'were at the game' will increase from twenty thousand to a million. But I was there, that night. Legit.
What can you say? We were down three nothing. In the first ten minutes. After the Canuck's first four shots. Ramo gave up the first shot he faced.
It is always darkest before dawn.
I gave up on them. I won't lie. They went down three nothing, I was tweeting that the team should goon it up in preparation for game seven. I was considering leaving the Dome before the first period was over.
I'm sure I wasn't the only one.
But we all stuck around. The crowd had come to party, and it just needed an excuse. And down three to nothing, with the period drawing to a close, the newest star in the universe provided the spark to set the C of Red aflame.
Saint 79, Michael Ferland, with his homies Stajan and Jones, scored. And the crowd went nuts.
Nobody left at intermission. Nobody even thought about leaving.
And then we won.
Red Mile was ok. I bought beer and walked the street and drank beer. I saw homie lighting fireworks but didn't see him get arrested. I think it's kind of bullshit he got arrested, but whatever.
It (the red mile) was better when I was a teenager. Most things are.
Sven took a minus. That was good.
Beating Vancouver is special. The team could get swept by the Ducks and I wouldn't care. Everything from here on out is gravy.
Furthermore, I think Peter Loubardias should be fired.