We could feed you all kinds of shit about how unreal this game was,
coming up with the usual over-the-top emotional opening.
But here's the the truth. It's 2:15 A.M.
And we just got back from our first playoff game since 1993, and 1997 respectively.
And being that you don't remember anything from childhood unless you were touched where you pee, this was kind of like our first playoff game(s).
And it was epic.
But this blog isn't about us.
It's about 17,000+ of your closest strangers becoming your friends.
It's about screaming things at Mike Richards
that would make your grandmother vomit on herself.
A home goal being scored in hockey
is the most unique thing in sports.
In football, you see the pass, you see the hole open for the back.
In basketball, you have the rare buzzer-beater.
With baseball, even a snail could Twitter about an upcoming score.
But when that puck goes in, the arena goes
from being semi-silent to an eruption in less than a second.
If you want to know what this is all about,
this .GIF tells the story:
Game 3 is bigger than your mom right now.
We disgrace America by screaming "Richards, You're A Joke" during the anthem.
And then you have the yuppies near you turn around and go, "oh my God."
anonymous — alex b. — joe k.
eSkee — Fiddy14 — daver
gonkey — clauer — lowell
grant h. — dan — brad b.
timothy f — jared t. — fabry
mel-mel — stephen b. — lange
daniel s. — russ s. — BenD.
KD — adam k.