Whenever someone messes up in a Caps game I think, “Thank God it wasn’t Mike.” But last night, it was.
I hung around Verizon for about 30 min yesterday after the Nationals game, deciding if I should spend way too much money on a hockey ticket or save it for Game 5. If there is a Game 5. There has to be, right? Well good thing I didn’t go because I would have cried.
Halfway through the third, Squishy tried to pass through the crease. The puck hit Mike’s skate like a backboard and went right in behind Neuvy. It could have happened to anyone. Lecavalier was right there with a wide open net anyway. But UGH, Mike looked so sad looking up at the Jumbotron.
Shortly after, Mike took a bad penalty for sticking his elbow in Steven Stamkos’ face. Someone’s been reading WUYS and got a little jealous over my fangirling Friday night. Stammer weighs like 180, he wasn’t going to crush anyone into the boards. But Mikey facewashed him anyway (because I said I like his beard).
I couldn’t watch to power play, too worried that TB would score again. The Caps did kill it off (thank heaven) and Ovi got a beauty of a Hail Mary to send the game to overtime. New hope, right?
Nope. Lecavalier scored in OT to put the Bolts up by two games. The Caps just can’t get a bounce! Boucher will keep talking like they are underdogs and fighting an uphill battle and… oh shut up. If you’re going to play great and convert on every opportunity then at least own it.
Shake it off, Mike. If you’re sad then Nicky and Brooksy are sad and Sasha’s hair is so 90s that he can only take so much post-Cold War dreariness. You’ll take the whole bromance down. So have yourself a group hug, get iCarly to photobomb someone and you’ll feel better. Work on your already suspicious tan in Florida and just relax. Wins are coming. We can feel it. And some people can STFU, thankyouverymuch.