Guys, I’m a little hockeyed out. I was a good girl. I watched a lot of hockey. I supported my team on the road even when those ticket sellers were being a bitch about actually getting the tickets to me, making me cry on the telephone to express just how distraught I was at having to call them eight times to get the damned things. And the team lost those games in spectacular fashion. I mean, did you even see the way the Vegas Golden Knights open every home game?
Last Sunday after watching the Bruins’ final loss of the season, I was a little lost. For my own selfish reasons, I wanted more Bruins hockey, not just more hockey. I didn’t even get to watch much of my side-team , Nashville Predators, because they, too, were eliminated. So, I’m just SOL.
With the choice of watching two teams I hate in the Eastern Conference Final and two with which I have a mild, casual curiosity, I’m done for the season. But, that doesn’t mean I’m really ready to talk about next season yet. I’ve been trying to bend my brain around that, but much like Bruce Banner trying to convince Hulk to make an appearance to save the day, I cannot quite convince my brain that it’s time to focus on the future or, er, save the day.
Soon we will discuss difficult team things, just not yet.