The puck didn’t drop until 7:45 on Saturday. Which made for a long night. The arena was full/cramped because it was Buck Night. Children ran amok in Heelies and dudes drank more beer because, well, what else were we gonna do?
I think my new rule is always give the puck to Tyler Johnson. That kid can breakaway like mad. It’s some serious Sonic the Hedgehog action. He popped in a gorgeous goal unassisted in the first. And I was excited. I happily ate my dollar hot dog and pounded down curly fries ready for a good night of hockey. And then Seth Compton pops a goal in first as well. I am now slamming down my Coke screaming at Tri Cities and directing my hatred at Colton Yellow Horn, who’s last name sounds like a type of STD. Colton Yellow Horn decided to throw my insults in my face and score a goal. I am not please.
We head to the second and the Americans decide to ruin my day and score another goal tying it all up. I spend the rest of the second and third praying to whoever the hockey god is to not let this go to a shoot out.
Goddamit, we are going to a shoot out. And we lost.
Jace Coyle is on my black list for making a dumb move and essentially giving an assist to Tri Cities. I hope he went home and cried that night.
The game was evenly matched. So I should have seen this coming. Tokarski continues to hold it down and I have no complaints.
Buck Night is a curse. I think it’s a guaranteed loss. I wanna see some facts and figures. Someone have that on my desk by lunch on Monday.
Next game is Wednesday. I honestly can’t remember who we are playing.
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