Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Done and Gone. Time for Game 4.



In the afternoon, you can go into any bar or lounge in the afternoon and drink in the melancholy and defeat. In some rooms, it is mixing with cigarette smoke, serving as your personal dark cloud.

The things you should have done, the things you cannot fix, the sins for which you can never be absolved. It's all there, clouding your vision, making you both bitter and pessimistic. You almost forget that you can get off the bar stool, take steps toward the light and see what promise this day has.

I'm tired of the talk about Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals. The conversation about being a fool after the whistle is over. Game 4 is where we agree to being again.

I'm ready for the game, and I don't care if they play all night. I just want to be thrilled, entertained. Do something fantastic tonight and make me smile again, just like the 5-year-old kid who truly embraced this game when my parents plugged in our first color TV in 1966.

The bar stool then was a foot stool in front of the TV. My drink was Grapette and I never had a hangover. That's where I go when the day is darkest. It guides me, moves me past Monday and Tuesday. Done and gone.

Let's start Game 4 already.

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