Last Splash

The gene pool could use a little Chlorine.

I looked at the clock at 10:49. There was three minutes left in the game, and we were killing off a penalty. Everyone in the arena was on their feet, and the atmosphere was electric. History would be made, if we could get through the next three minutes and hold on to the 2-1 lead. Edmonton's goalie left the ice, and we were faced with an extra man to defend. Holding breath...breakway...Justin Williams oh-so-carefully skated the ice. You could see the determination in his eyes "oh man, if I miss this, I'm an idiot". The empty net billowed when the puck hit it, and the place erupted. The sound inside was the force of two 757's firing their engines, and everybody was hugging everybody. The kid next to me, the older man behind us, Mr. Positivity two seats over, who had spent the entire playoffs mumbling under his breath about how much we sucked and giving various "Fuck You's" to the players, the refs, whoever would listen. In this one moment, it didn't matter. Our team was victorious. Chris Pronger skated off the ice with his tail between his legs and Rod Brind A'mour lifted the Stanley Cup.

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A house of contradictions...

You know, this really happy feeling washed over me last night. I got home from work and needed to wind down, so my fiance' and I watched a little TV. For one hour, we flipped back and forth between an OLN special about "Lord Stanley's Cup" and a CMT countdown of the all time best country comedy shows. How could two worlds be so different, yet coincide happily in the same household? J and I are both passionate studies in conflicting interests that complement each other. I love the ballet, look forward to ADF every summer, and appreciate theatre, trying to squeeze in some new, limited-run musical every trip to New York. Yet I am just as comfortable tail-gating before a sporting event (really almost any sporting event). I can talk game analysis with the guys better than about 85% of females, but oh, how I love expensive cosmetics and have a nail polish collection to rival any woman's. My fiance' is a good old boy, raised to say "yes ma'am" and appreciate staying up all night to cook a pig, but at the same time he appreciates a great gourmet meal and is fantastic (if a little obsessive) in the kitchen. He likes NASCAR, but he LOVES hockey. We both love modern art. Say what you want about the South, but trust me. We aren't a bunch of dumb old yokels...we gots culture, too.

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meow

Woohoo...you knew it was coming!

Hurricanes are going to the Stanley Cup, baby...and it had better not be a sweep because we sold our tickets to Games 1 and 2 so that we could afford to be there in the end!

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