I got home last night and Mr. Pants asked how the Penguins game went.
After a withering glare, and admitting to the 2-2 series score, he asked if I thought the Penguins would still win.
Yes, I do. Of course I do. They’re my team.
My optimism took a beating last night, and I couldn’t even see the game. You know what shit sounds like on the radio? Shit. I won’t be using the DVR either, preferring to pretend it never happened and the Penguins aren’t doing the walk of shame back to Pittbsurgh in a stolen t-shirt with one broken high heel.
I also don’t want to see the fracas at the end. A seething pool of frustrated rage still boils in my core over last season’s face plant first round loss to Philadelphia. If we are approaching that low, I’d rather just close my eyes and crash.
Regardless of these last three games, I believe in my team. I believe they can turn this around. The Islanders are playing very well, and much credit to them. They never say die. But the Pens are playing very poorly.
If the Isles’ best can still only manage goal-for-goal shitshows against the Penguins’ worst, then all we need is not their worst. Right? Anyone, math?
So, what is it that keeps up hanging on when things look bad? Is it the knowledge that anyone can win any game on any day? Do the agony and ecstasy of competition make this ancient struggle poetic?
Yes and no. I don’t want to be epic, I just want to win. For me, optimism is a mix of believing my team is better (than they’re playing now) and some Stage 5 cocktail of denial and dependency, spiked with stubbornness and a paper umbrella. Tell the bartender to keep ‘em coming.
Of course the Islanders fans believe as much as Penguins fans – probably more, and they deserve it. I’m insanely jealous of the fun they are having. Still, optimism doesn’t care who is at the other end of the seesaw trying to toss me off.
I’m holding on for dear life. Or Vokoun.
Seriously – VOKOUN. We can believe in Fleury after we believe in winning this series. Bylsma, the whole team is a hot mess but you’re getting one goal leads. Give the guys a chance to make them stick!
Oooh, I’m getting psyched again thinking about it. Come on, Game 5!
Tags: New York Islanders, Pittsburgh Penguins