You can’t say it’s been boring, these playoffs. There have been more plot twists and turns and unexpected outcomes than a paper-back novel you find at airport stores.
But, with a big dose of chagrin, like a fisherman not wanting to jinx my whole trip, I wonder if I should say anything about any team. Remember the end of the regular season? If you’re like me, you’d rather not, but you know…the Jackets were in a downward spiral and I just knew in my heart they’d win the last game on FAN APPRECIATION night? Well, they didn’t. Even after all of my bull-crap bravado and huffing and puffing. I lost a bet to my friend over at Sabre Noise that I haven’t made good on (yet.) OK, OK…I know I gave Tim from Blackhawk Up! the business for not paying me in a timely manner. I shall pay Sabre Tim and he’ll get his…in a really special Union Blue way. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to be publicly humiliated.
So, yeah. Back to me being the kiss of death for NHL teams. I declare my love for the Blackhawks after a brief but serious depression (NHL seasonal type) only to see them battle like hell only to lose. All seemed lost…then I remembered the connection between Umby and the Flyers. And, I like my buddy over at Blades of Teal so I can cheer for the Sharks and not get too violently ill. So, I declare my allegence to these teams.
And what happened?! Don’t everyone shout at once…Sharks and Flyers both LOST last night.
A Twitter friend suggested reverse psychology and told me to start loving Detroit, Boston and Nashville.
Just for grins…and this is dangerous and so against my Union Blue loyalty…we’re gonna see if I really do have some weird NHL JuJu.
*Deep Breath* — wait a minute so I can get a cold drink–
Go Detroit. Hurray for Boston. Nashville…go Preds.
We shall see…Or maybe I should just go watch some baseball.