I leave the Bay Area and NOW YOU WIN!?!?! If my other teams were in it I’d be so mad at you. But beggars can’t be choosers and you guys let us drink on Caltrain so… YAY SHARKS. I hug you!
Not only did you beat Detroit (insert me making siren noise here), but you managed not to fall apart like a house of cards. I mean, you came close. Really close. I had to angle away from the TV and pretend to Tweet because I knew the minute I looked, disaster would strike. I might have peeked but I didn’t watch until the announcers were screaming too.
Gator’s really bummed about the Red Wings. I might have to buy her Chicken McNuggets for lunch (extra ketchup). Maybe she’ll feel better after reading this. But now she’s just like me and Dawn, without her top team(s) and choosing sides based on beards and bus stops and the perfect teal nail polish.
Oh, in case you forgot what I was thinking for a second…
So we’re down to the Final Four. How are we doing on predictions? We had the Bruins, Canucks and Sharks getting out of the first round, and the Bruins and Canucks from the second. Bonus of the Sharks. No one had the Bolts because I would have kicked them in R1 and Dawn would have scratched them in R2. Now anyone who wants to root for TB can take on Chuck.
PS: Gator is rooting for TB. I will sit quietly on my hands and try not to cheer for anyone in that series. Chuck roots for my teams when she can, I shall root for hers. And Steven. There, I said it!