All the months of finger-nail gnawing and heart-clutching paid off last when the Penguins won the fucking Stanley Cup, motherfuckers. No one thought they would do it, everyone hated on Crosby, blah blah blah. That was the most vindicating sporting event I’ve ever witnessed and I sent Chooch into a fit of hysterical crying with my screaming. Sorry Chooch. And Alisha. And my neighbors whom I’m not sure even give a shit about hockey.
Thank god for Alisha who consistently babysat me during the games and fielded my manic texts when she was unable to be here with me. And thanks to Bill & Jessi for pulling for the Pens even while being in enemy territory. It was fun having you guys to cheer with!
Now I have a few months to grow back my nails and re-learning how to breathe. But I’m sure by the end of next week, I’ll be whining, “I miss hockey!”
Missing the Craig Owens show last night in order to watch those guys hoist the Cup was the best decision I’ve made since, well — April.
[Photos taken from espn.com. Plz don’t be suing.]
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