I was in my car, stuck in traffic outside Knoxville, on Tuesday night. Amina and I were driving to Bristol, and I'd thought we left in time to see Game 6, though truth be told I wasn't completely sure I wanted to see the game. The Pens had been decimated in Game 5 in Detroit, and I was worried that maybe the Pens wouldn't be able to come back after the physical and mental shellacking they took on Saturday.
I was wrong. But of course I didn't know it, because if I had, I wouldn't have chosen to be stuck on 440 E for what seemed like an eternity.
Luckily, a good friend decided to be my Twitter play-by-play source, updating me whenever anything relevant happened. And, of course, I did a search for #Penguins, which showed me all the relevant posts. It's kind of fun, following a game via Twitter. You don't have any real idea what's going on, but you can guess from the tweets you read. "ARGHHHHHHH F*CKING HAL GILL" is pretty easy to interpret, after all.
So between John and the rest of Twitter, I was able to keep tabs on most of what happened. Once we hit I-81 I was able to get Mike Lange on some Penguins Radio Network station, but it didn't last. I heard the call of Kennedy's goal and thought "That's it, game is over, a two goal lead is untouchable." Then we lost Lange and Twitter seemed to go silent. But no worries – Amina (who was reading the tweets for me while I drove) discovered the game was over and I felt good.
I was wrong to doubt this team, this year.
So what happens tomorrow night? Who knows. I'd say that, on paper, the Red Wings have all the advantages. My limited hockey mind tells me that the home ice last change has been the real reason the Pens won all three games at the Igloo, and conversely the reason they've been unable to do anything at the Joe. My limited hockey mind tells me that road teams are something like 2-12 in Cup Game Sevens.
But I've been wrong every step of the way. I thought the Caps' 2-0 start was going to be the end of that series. I thought that nothing at all could come of Game 5 but watching Hossa make out with the Stanley Cup at Point State Park.
So, I'm officially predicting that the Red Wings will win. Because I've not been right to this point. :)
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
6.11.2009
game seven. i am ready.
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