Ahhhh. So nice to be home in my arena. With lots of legroom. And not having to wait ten minutes to take a piss.
Fun stuff. The arena was on fire tonight. Not figuratively like “oh the Chiefs are smoking the Ams!” It was on fire, as in the giant scoreboard shorted and caused a fire of unknown size. And roughly eight firefighters were crawling around the rafters. The game was not stopped. I talked to a section leader and I guess they were ready to evacuate the arena. But alas, no. The game barreled on.
Which is good. No momentum was ruined. Ondrej Roman scored in the first period from David Rutherford and Judd Blackwater. This line is amazing, and has been stellar. The playoffs really has been Roman’s Empire. Then in the third period Rutherford scored from Seth Compton and it was glorious.
Dustin Tokarski was his usual golden self. I was actually sorta paying attention to his ticks tonight. That kid must take forever to wash his hands. I don’t care, he gets the job done.
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loser domi // April 22, 2008 at 11:30 pm
I have a new simile: Burning like a Montreal cop car: http://melroserocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-not-to-respond-when-you-almost-lose.html
wraparoundcurl // April 23, 2008 at 12:03 am
Man, I always threaten to light things on fire. But I never have done it.
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