I was working that night at the bar, and my manager and I had just taken "rally bombs" (perhaps the only thing I am not looking forward to in the playoffs is the immense amount of Jager I will have to consume). Anyways, it was packed, and for the first time that I can remember, everyone in the place was glued to the game. When that puck went in, it went nuts and it was a full blown party after Smithson scored. Somehow, even the people who were clueless about hockey knew how important that game was.
