Paul keeps telling me I’m supposed to be a shaking, freaked-out mess of stress and hormones going into this series. (Apparently that’s how they roll in Detroit.) But so far, cool as a cucumber out here.
Maybe my composure will head south at about 10 seconds after puck drop, but for now I’m like Ghandi… calm and philosophical about it all.*
Enjoy the game. And this is an open post, if you want to check in. It should be fun: No doubt I’ll be having a complete f&#king nervous breakdown in the comments by about 5:24pm PT.
(*that is, if Ghandi was a masochistic Canucks fan; and had no moral problem with salty orange snacks and cases of beer stacked 2 feet high on the kitchen counter…)