This is getting serious. Is there a palm reader or psychic who would care to chime in on this? I mean, really? Why does this happen to me? My beloved Jackets, The (Stanley Cup Champion) Blackhawks, who fell apart right after I decided to give them my support and love for the playoffs, and now, the Sharks.
I’m not a glass-half-empty person. I’m generally happy and pretty fun. But I’m angst ridden when it comes to this…I’m a hockey fan. I’m as superstitous as they come. I don’t remember breaking any mirrors of late. Maybe I wasn’t properly worshipful to the hockey gods when the playoffs started. You just never know.
It has to do with luck and powers unseen. It can’t be that my Jackets have had a problem with cohesion almost since they’ve existed and the Hawks didn’t seem like themselves this season. None of that matters. It’s all strange puck magic. I really never knew I was that powerful.
I really am pulling for the Sharks. We’re gonna try this again and see what happens.
Strange, pucking power of the hockey all that is…I say unto thee and to all my Union Blue faithful brethren:
I don’t like Detroit. I want them to lose.
I want the Sharks to win.
Vancouver needs to lose, and in a fierce way.