Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Morning before Game 6 (6-9-09)

Well.

No post-game for game 5. I was too busy CRYING!
I cry way too much during hockey.
Flyers: Geno waived of goal; I cried.
Caps: Lost game 6; I sobbed unconsolably.
Canes: Well, I didn't really have to cry there, now did I? I suppose seeing them hold the Prince of Wales trophy did make me emotional. But in a good way. I started fanning myself and shrieking like a 11 year old High School Musical fan. Embarrassing: yes. Did I care: no.


So, this morning, before I die of addiction to the 'guins, I'm doing a post-game. In a pre-game.
Let's start with what went wrong (other than EVERYTHING) in game 5.

Defense: WHERE?!?!? The only defense I could see was Letang and Eaton trying to get the puck out and block shots! Too bad MAF could see Orpik standing in front of the man with the puck. And didn't see the man with the puck. OR THE PUCK! And Sarge: Undescribably BAD! Where was the veteran defenseman? He looked like me trying to stand up and handle a puck at the same time. And I suck at skating. I know he's not 100 percent, but come on!
I ask you, What the PUCK!?
Offense: Too busy filling in for the defense. Oh, there goes Sid! What's he doing? Oh he just blocked a shot! Try making a shot.
Goaltending: Very few of those goals were actually Fleury's fault. (see defense!)
What made me sad was the look on Flower's face, and the fact that Garon played better. Still, I'm Flower Power all the way. Usually I blame Fleury. This game was everyone's fault! I liked last year's game 5 much better!


What we have to do today:
Score.
Score.
Score.
Score again!
Score an empty- netter.
Score with a defensemen.
Score with an offensive player.
Hit Zetterberg into the boards.
Tell HOssa to Go **** himself!
Tell Deadtroit I mean Detroit that it sucks.
Push HOssa into a never-ending well of doom and destruction (and the image of Sidney Crosby hoisting the Stanley Cup).
Break Osbad!
Tell Mike Babcock to stop whining and give it up, you attention- grabbing idiot.

Let's go Pens!
Make up for Pittsburgh's lack of baseball skills with your abundance of hockey skills!

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