Abel to Yzerman
by IwoCPO on 05/08/10 at 08:40 PM ET
I can’t be George Malik. I can’t be the guy who stomachs up and soldiers on no matter the circumstances. I’m fetal now because here I sit in the same sports bar where I’ve watched us lose five games this postseason.
What I should do is pay up and get the hell out of here.
The odds are so sickeningly stacked. This hole is so deep. Shallower now than two days ago? Yep. But steep.
So many questions. Was that their whole load on Thursday? Was it simply a San Jose letdown? Can Jimmah muster it again? Can the Mule? Will I literally piss myself if the Wings fall behind tonite?
There are millions rooting against you tonite. Thousands against the 19 of us in particular. Of course only about five of them will show their faces because the Emperor made them register. But oh they want you miserable in the worst way.
And all we can do is sit and hope that tomorrow offers an opportunity to smirk for one more day. Because if that arrogant grin returns tomorrow? Well. All bets are off bitches.
It can happen. The odds are disgusting. But it. Can. Happen.
Mainly because I switched seats. Let’s live blog this motherfucher.
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