The New York "Who Are Those Guys" 2-20-08

Was it the Lunar Eclipse? Did Ted find a way to channel Herb Brooks? Did Mike Comrie sell his soul to the Devil? What happened last night? How could the moon and Alexander the Great BOTH be eclipsed in the same night? I’m still shaking my head.
After months of having the same argument with my husband, his tune changed last night. “I will just shut up now.” he said. Week after week, we battled back and forth; “A GREAT team FINDS a way to win Dee.” This was always his response when I would try to rationalize an agonizing loss.
“But they worked hard. You can’t fault their effort…. They tried.” I would attempt to protect the boys like a mother bear backed into a corner. Always, I was confronted with the response “They’re not GOOD enough. They don’t have it in them.”
“FINE! Make your own damn dinner!”
Then there was a win, and we all smiled. It was followed by another and another until we not only had a “streak” but a minor miracle. I wasn’t surprised at Miro’s goal. He should be producing, it’s expected. I didn’t care that Vasicek’s goal was an unlikely bank off Kolzig’s pads. It was a goal non-the-less, and the way it lit up Tank’s face was just priceless. As we sat on the edge of the couch, we were both happy with the one point. “Just get to overtime boys… just get to overtime!”
The horn sounded, Ovechkin was visibly upset with being shut down by (of all people) Radek Martinek. (Again… the eclipse HAD to have something to do with THAT!) Never was the “post” more a friend to Ricky than it was last night as the clanging sound from the TV was promptly followed by my screams, over and over.
A boring game that I hardly watched turned into a “fight to the finish” that had me gasping for air. Fool that I am I announced “If Mike Comrie gets the third goal, I will just throw up.” I was safe during overtime as no one scored. But who would have ever thought that he would pull through in the shoot out as the last shooter.
So as Mike the Magician managed to sneak the puck beneath Kolzig to win the game in spectacular fashion, I sat on the couch awestruck.
“You puke, you clean it up.”
Tonight -- Full Moon Thursday at the barn against an angry and disappointed Tampa Bay. Let’s see if this streak turns into “Miracle on Ice.”