I know that some of you, like me, have very strict guidelines, superstitions and protocol for watching playoff games. Here's an amusing article that defends our actions for the ignorati who dare to disrupt us:
I remember the other day I was watching the Habs game at my parents' house and we started to play badly in the third so I went upstairs looking for an answer. Sure enough, there was my mom sitting in the living room with the game on MUTE while she talked on the phone! I promptly turned the channel to judge judy and went back downstairs to watch Zednik pop in the game-winner.