Mini-Playoff Run, One Night Only
Apr. 7th, 2007 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobetOkay, seven minutes into the first and MY STARS we are seeing playoff hockey tonight.
I feel faint. I may swoon from joy. :D
(Warblogging will commence over the next three hours.)
First period, 7:53: OH BABY that's my boys. :) 1-0!
First period, 12:55: Oh fuckmuffins. 1-1.
First period, 16:39: Good. Better. That's right. *huff*
(2-1, Antropov off Sundin and Ponikarovsky)
First period, end: Holy god. It is a good thing they put commercials in this game or I'd die from oxygen deprivation and keel over. I haven't seen the boys like this in ages. Shots are 23-9. For us. There has been both bounce as well as squee.
Even if the Habs don't win tonight (and they damn well better not!) I think Huet deserves some sort of medal. Any lesser goalie would right now be perforated to fine ribbons but the volume of shots being chucked at him by the Leafs.
Oh, food's here. 'Scuse.
Coach's Corner: Hey,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ringwoodcomics, apparently Don Cherry likes your boys for the Western Conference title. Take that as you will. *g*
Second period, 1:00: Okay, I don't know why I was yelling Allons-y! to the Anglophone team on the breakaway, but it works! 3-1! *dance*
...oh and sumbitch, I shouldn't look away to type these, 3-2 now. :/ Shite.
Second period, 4:32: #$&! Furthermore, $*^! Okay, put it back together, boys. Don't make me get out the Barilko shirt.
Second period, 8:30: Okay, we just changed our goalie. Shirt's coming out.
Second period, end: Oh lordy. Well, it's back within one goal again. 5-4 Montreal.
The shirt is out. My hands are shaky here.
I am invoking the spirit of Bill Barilko, my own personal patron saint of tight spots, lost causes, and putting the puck on the net every time, because you never know when the other guy'll get sloppy.
Third period, 1:00: Oh thank you god we're tied again, thank you thank you.
Third period, 3:43: OH SHIT YEAH!!!
Third period, 4:30ish: Oi. Colaiacovo's down. :/ And I just found out I have a Mom voice, because they started shoving and I said DON'T YOU CANNOT AFFORD THIS.
Third period, 14:14: Yay! Colaiacovo's back out, skated a few circles on the ice, made a little nod and he's on the bench! Yay, brave boy!
Third period, 18:45: Oh, time out now. They're gonna pull the goalie and get six men on. Eeeeee--
Third period, end: FUCK YEAH! BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF MY BARILKO HOCKEY SHIRT!
If the Islanders lose tomorrow, WE'RE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS!!!!!
I feel faint. I may swoon from joy. :D
(Warblogging will commence over the next three hours.)
First period, 7:53: OH BABY that's my boys. :) 1-0!
First period, 12:55: Oh fuckmuffins. 1-1.
First period, 16:39: Good. Better. That's right. *huff*
(2-1, Antropov off Sundin and Ponikarovsky)
First period, end: Holy god. It is a good thing they put commercials in this game or I'd die from oxygen deprivation and keel over. I haven't seen the boys like this in ages. Shots are 23-9. For us. There has been both bounce as well as squee.
Even if the Habs don't win tonight (and they damn well better not!) I think Huet deserves some sort of medal. Any lesser goalie would right now be perforated to fine ribbons but the volume of shots being chucked at him by the Leafs.
Oh, food's here. 'Scuse.
Coach's Corner: Hey,
ringwoodcomics, apparently Don Cherry likes your boys for the Western Conference title. Take that as you will. *g*Second period, 1:00: Okay, I don't know why I was yelling Allons-y! to the Anglophone team on the breakaway, but it works! 3-1! *dance*
...oh and sumbitch, I shouldn't look away to type these, 3-2 now. :/ Shite.
Second period, 4:32: #$&! Furthermore, $*^! Okay, put it back together, boys. Don't make me get out the Barilko shirt.
Second period, 8:30: Okay, we just changed our goalie. Shirt's coming out.
Second period, end: Oh lordy. Well, it's back within one goal again. 5-4 Montreal.
The shirt is out. My hands are shaky here.
I am invoking the spirit of Bill Barilko, my own personal patron saint of tight spots, lost causes, and putting the puck on the net every time, because you never know when the other guy'll get sloppy.
Third period, 1:00: Oh thank you god we're tied again, thank you thank you.
Third period, 3:43: OH SHIT YEAH!!!
Third period, 4:30ish: Oi. Colaiacovo's down. :/ And I just found out I have a Mom voice, because they started shoving and I said DON'T YOU CANNOT AFFORD THIS.
Third period, 14:14: Yay! Colaiacovo's back out, skated a few circles on the ice, made a little nod and he's on the bench! Yay, brave boy!
Third period, 18:45: Oh, time out now. They're gonna pull the goalie and get six men on. Eeeeee--
Third period, end: FUCK YEAH! BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF MY BARILKO HOCKEY SHIRT!
If the Islanders lose tomorrow, WE'RE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS!!!!!
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