Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Bingo Bango
Wow. Triple overtime losses to clearly inferior teams sucks balls. I am drunk and figured I would post my thoughts after watching the Red Wings lose Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals in heartbreaking fashion. I don't have much to say about the game, because I leave the spouting of horseshit opinions and commentary to the fags who call in to talk radio shows, like "Stevenson Bill" or "Stevenson Dan" on WDFN. Yelling "Bench Jiri Hudler" just doesn't make me feel better about the outcome of today's game and doesn't prove that I know what I'm talking about.
When confronted with a gut punch loss like this, I try to look on the brighter side of things. That doesn't mean that after losses I'm like some firecrotch singing "the sun will come out tomorrow," it's just that I take a moment to be thankful that I didn't paint my upper body in red and white and go down to "Posertown Cafe" (aka Hockeytown Cafe) and buy $8 beers all night only to see the Wings lose. I don't know what it says about my personality, but I feel better seeing other people get more upset about the loss than I get.
Yeah it sucks the Wings lost, and that they were 30 seconds away from hoisting the Cup. But if this loss means that the guy behind me at the bar who kept yelling incisive coaching instructions like "Do It!" and "Shoot!" and "C'mon!" at the TV had his night ruined, then I am quite alright with the Wings wrapping up the series in Pittsburgh. The sight of that douchebag punching the wall in frustration before he left the bar was the next best thing to seeing Hank and Pavel raise the Cup in triumph.
