The Sea of Red

In a perfect world I would have written this the moment that the horn sounded. But I was too busy being in the moment when the horn sounded. And then I was too stunned to think about much of anything at all.

We're in the Stanley Cup finals.

I've just spent the last 15 years losing with these guys. I love hockey. I love the speed and the creativity and the sometimes I hate and sometimes I love the awful element of luck.

I hated the element of luck when Vernon let in that stupid shot from Tikkanen from over the blueline.

I loved that element of luck when the puck bounced from Otto to Peplinski and in.

I hated the element of luck when Flaherty turned superhuman for two short weeks.

I loved that element of luck when Steve Smith took the puck across the line off of Grant Fuhr's skate.

And I love that element of luck right now.

Hockey's a lot more like life then most other sports. It just doens't make a lot of sense and you never know what to expect.

I've just spent the last 3 hours wandering around 17th avenue with my best friend, slapping hands and screaming incoherently. With the odd ya-hoo or yee-haw mixed in for effect.

I'm not usually much of a ya-hooer, or ye-hawer, but tonight's special.

Its pretty cool.

4 wins to go.

- posted by Sigurd5/20/2004 12:38:00 AM