OK, I admit, my heart actually stopped dead on that last shot by Hossa. Luckily there was an Auto-Defibrilator out in the hall way and I was able to get it started again.
It is a special kind of torture to see the Wings win without any cell phone service far from home and the rest of my Hockeytown comrades. I'm sure somewhere out there I can find a recording of this, so for Andy and I, both of whom are currently exiled from the homeland in this moment of triumph, I'm going to have a barbeque at which the sacred tape will be played again. Hell, I was going to have a barbeque anyway, now I have an excuse.
Great props to the Pens fans for sticking around. Its just the right thing to do, and real hockey fans know that.
I hope they at least delay the parade until Sunday so I could make it.
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