Glenn and I are huge Penguins fans. He has been a Pittsburgh Penguin fan for years, whereas I only recently discovered the fascinating sport of hockey in 2004 thanks to Reggie Berg and the Florida Everblades. I briefly and sporadically followed the Pens when I lived in Florida. Once we moved to Pennsylvania, I became an all out fan of the boys of winter in black and gold.
We have the boys of summer...Pirates. Not such a great time, but Cameron likes them so on occasion, I'm forced to watch a game in hopes of seeing my son and husband on the TV.
We have the boys of fall....my beloved Steelers. I love them and would not miss a game for anything. We have sat through hurricane force winds in a driveway in order to see them play. God bless my husband for convincing me that an in-dash TV was needed years ago.
And finally, the boys of winter. We follow the Penguins from October to April or hopefully June every year.
Today, Glenn and I were scheduled to start cleaning a 55 foot houseboat. We had great intentions and made it to within a mile of the boat before our love of all things Penguins won out. We planned to stop at Subway for a quick lunch before we started working. We pulled in to the plaza and what to our wondering eyes should appear but 16 flat screen tvs 14 of which were tuned to the Penguins game. The other two were tuned to the NFL draft. Not that anyone really cared about that...Steelers weren't schedule to make their pick til around 8 p.m. and the playoff game started at 3 p.m. Glenn and I looked at each other and it was over, no will power to be found, we were all in for the game.
We headed in and discovered that we had to sit outside because Cameron could not be inside the restaurant/bar due to age. Pulled up to a table with a tv right in front of us and proceed to watch a horrifying period of hockey. The moans and cries of despair could be heard in stereo as the Flyers proceeded to make 2 goals. I called for a goalie removal but that darn Dan Bylsma did not listen. The second period did not begin much better, a 3rd goal forced me to open my library book because I just could not stand to watch the desecration of my boys. Then a fight by Talbot fired up the team and let the shredding begin. We made 4 goals over the next two periods and the Flyers were fighting like it was the last piece of chicken at the barbecue to get that goal to tie the game. Here's where I call mea culpa and admit I was wrong, Fleury did the job. Of course, in the last minute Stevens pulled their goalie and Sid the Kid made the requisite empty netter to finish out the series.
We are on to the next series. Wish we knew against who. I'm hoping we know that by tomorrow. I'll need to stock up on nitroglycerin to help with the heart palpitations that Sid, Geno & the Flower give me, but I wouldn't trade the next few weeks for the world.
Oh, we did head over to the boat after the game and managed to clean all of the plastic chairs and two of the seats on the upper deck. We plan to get up at 7 and head over early to try to wash and wax the boat in one day. Thank our blessed saviour that we have 80+ degree days this weekend. It's nice to clean it in warm weather. But the grills going were quite a distraction.
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