What happens when a man blogs after drinking 2/3 of a bottle of Two Buck Chuck Shiraz? We’re about to find out. The Penguins lead 1-0. It’s tight and tense. A bunch of Canadians are really excited.
I like Pierre McGuirre on the bench. Can you imagine a real NFL analyst on the sideline during the game? This guy’s maybe two feet from each team.
If I was as medicated as my cat, I’d be taking about 15 pills a day. This is a high-maintenance feline.
Kennedy scores. There’s nothing like the chest-bump of the glass after a goal. Can’t beat it. Hockey players have too much equipment to have inappropriate celebrations.
We’re on the verge of game seven, on vacation eve for me. I have important things to do that night, like buy beer.
Four draft picks by the Sox in the books. Three offensive guys and one pitcher.
Whew. I watched Penguins fight off two power play opportunities for the Red Wings. We’re down to the final four minutes. Can they hold it off for the final 200 seconds?
I like that the Penguins are pushing it in the end instead of trying to keep the Red Wings out of the net.
Man. One-on-one breakaway is pushed away by Fleury. It’s like the final five minutes of the Super Bowl.
Broadcaster call of the game: “There’s lots of room between the legs.”
About 12 people fit in the crease there with 13.2 seconds left. It’s a close one. Defender ended up playing goalie at the end. Three saves by a freaking defender. That’s as close you can get to giving up a tying goal without actually doing it.
The Penguins win, and it’s time to go to Detroit. I like that the backup goalie wears a hat, but no one else does.