right! so, on my girl's suggestion, im not gonna get up to watch this game. i only missed one game live this playoff and, you guessed it, we won. so for the good of the team and because i am that nice a guy, im not going to watch and sleep in instead.
and if we win, remember im the guy that made it happen
April 22nd 2010: My girlfriend and I leave for Cayo Coco.
She asks: "You don't mind missing the next Habs games?"
Me: "A little bit, but come on... 3-1 Washington. I'm usually optimistic, but we're done. It's Washington".
April 23rd 2010: TSN in the room.
What should I do...? Of course I'll watch the game. Girlfriend (that's her name) goes to the lobby to meet a few people we've met the day before and I stay in the room. The game starts and the phone rings. I know noone in Cuba, so I don't answer. It rings again. Girlfriend says: "Quick, come to the lobby bar, there's a crowd watching the game!!". (tip of the day: Never, EVER run with flip flops while hanging on to your beer and a smoke. First of all it isn't a very masculine way to get yourself from one place to another, also, you can trip. I know.
April 26 and 28th 2010: Games 6 and 7
The miracle continues and its name is Halak. The crowd grows bigger from game to game. A caribbean bandwagon. We're explaining the rules to the staff while they bring us trays of beer nonstop. I'm so drunk and happy as Moore scored the 2nd goal and the place goes ballistic. I sometimes watch the video of that 7th game, 2000+ miles away, and I still get goosebumps.