My 15 year old just came down for beakfast , looked at me, " You, with your hockey watching, you need to be more quiet " Followed by an angry glare.
My wife was less than impressed with me last night. I was of course up by myself watching the game - and she went to bed by herself at some point in the third period.
I get so nervous - as most of the posters here do - but I try to calm myself. I promised myself that I wouldn't make a sound win or lose in OT. Of course it just isn't possible when you see that red light go on and the desperation that you feel inside is unleashed all in one "YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Like I said - she was less than impressed at being woken up by a high pitched scream followed by a lot of jumping around and general craziness.
You're killing me Bill, not literally of course. You got me thinking. I'm going to dig a hole in the back 40 and refuse to answer any questions. You have to keep them on their toes.
Do like I do and have you wife dig it. "Yup, this looks like a nice place for that duck pond you've always wanted, honey".
My wife was less than impressed with me last night. I was of course up by myself watching the game - and she went to bed by herself at some point in the third period.
I get so nervous - as most of the posters here do - but I try to calm myself. I promised myself that I wouldn't make a sound win or lose in OT. Of course it just isn't possible when you see that red light go on and the desperation that you feel inside is unleashed all in one "YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Like I said - she was less than impressed at being woken up by a high pitched scream followed by a lot of jumping around and general craziness.
It was worth it though
GO HABS GO!
Cap
Actually, that's pretty much how it happened at my place too.
I guess I have the best hockey wife around. She stayed up 'till the end 1st overtime. When she told she was going to bed, I told her that "it's a good thing you know dear: Hockey's really too much stress for you". Everytime the wistle was blown she would go: "not another penalty for the habs - @#$%^&*referees", to which I replied (more than once for sure): " you know dear, when the play gets wistled down it's usualy for other reasons than a penalty - this game is getting to ya ain't it??!!". She just replied with a nod and went back to chewing nails ....then I go to the hfboards and find out YOU guys are having heart attacks.
All of that was at least half as entertaining as the hockey game.
During the 1997 playoffs, I was watching the Canadiens-Devils game on in my basement and boucing a tennis ball on my racquet at the same time. When Brisebois scored the goal to beat the Devils (in Jose Theodore's first playoff game), I smashed my racquet on the ground out of pure delight! I'm not sure where the racquet is, but the memories are as vivid as ever.
I punched the table in the bar, and spilled my beer.... But i guess you guys did worse than me.
Sorry, but we've talked about breaking windows, breaking bones, even physically attacking our spouses (some of us, anyway), but none of us did anything as bad as SPILLING BEER !!! What were you thinking???
Ha, ha, I'm a lot smarter than you are. After the 'Canes went up 4-3, I just punched the sofa. Soft sofa, nothing to break, right? Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that my girlfriend was back from work and now sitting in said sofa. Good thing she was knocked out or I never would have heard the end of it. I just hauled her off and put her to bed. She was still "sleeping" when I left home this morning, so I guess I'll be just fine, thanks.
That was hilarious. Had me laughing out loud for a bit there.
My girlfriend went to bed at the end of the 3rd period...i'm assuming she figured Montreal would lose in overtime and she didn't want to be awake when that happened...
instead I yelled so loud I was shocked to find out this morning that it did not wake her up...considering it was loud enough to wake up the neighbors....so maybe she was just really tired...or a combination of both
Why are all your significant others such non-hockey fans... there are a lot of fine respectable good-looking women hockey fans out there. Its the only way to go, once you try one you can never go back.
When the Canes scored 2 quick PP goals to take the lead I got really pissed off and through my water bottle, it hit the window and smashed it.
See what playoffs can do to me?
Damn, it's going to cost me like a 100 bucks now...meh, it's my fault.
I really have to control my temper....
You guys must think i'm crazy.....
Anyways, GO HABS GO!!!!
The good thing is you didn't jump out the window!!!
My youngest son was none too impressed either ... thank goodness he didn't have anything in hand to through, or maybe I'd be replacing a picture window in my house!
Just to break it again tomorrow?? I guess u didn't follow my advise...it's gonna be a costly playoff run for you my friend. Good thing you didn't place any side bets (you didn't did you?).
Sorry, but we've talked about breaking windows, breaking bones, even physically attacking our spouses (some of us, anyway), but none of us did anything as bad as SPILLING BEER !!! What were you thinking???
Everytime the wistle was blown she would go: "not another penalty for the habs - @#$%^&*referees", to which I replied (more than once for sure): " you know dear, when the play gets wistled down it's usualy for other reasons than a penalty - this game is getting to ya ain't it??!!". She just replied with a nod and went back to chewing nails 
What were you thinking???
I still haven't come off cloud 9 today!!! 
