Confessions of a Coyotes Fan..Round 1 Playoff Edition
Bless me Lord Stanley for I have sinned…on the eve of the 7th game of the first round of Stanley Cup Playoffs between my Phoenix Coyotes and The Detroit Red Wings I, as a playoff newbie do solemnly confess the following:
I take back every snarky comment I ever made about a sports fan in the midst of playoff fever. Ever since the Phoenix Coyotes made the playoffs I am experiencing the euphoric highs, the scary lows and the all the nervousness that comes with having your team fight for the cup.
I secretly (well not so secretly now) am in love with Henrik Zetterberg..the guy is so freaking talented I can’t stand it. But he still needs to be taken out.
Publicly snarling at Detroit Red Wings fans has now become socially acceptable. This would be appalling to my “Miss Manners” mother. Sorry Ma, it’s Cup time.
I am going to start taking oxygen to the games with me since holding my breath is now a regular event.
I almost took out the eye of another Coyotes fan during a badly aimed high five. I am 5′2, he was around 6′2..it was a bad decision.
The longer this series has gone, the grayer my roots have gotten. Does that count as a playoff beard?
My Shane Doan bobblehead has become a magic 8 ball..Shane? Are we going to win? Please visualize his bobbing head in answer.
Every time Red Wing Holmstrom gets comfy with Bryz in the net I just want someone to take him out at the knees.
I got a last minute ticket to game 5, went and didn’t tell my 8 year old goalie daughter..
The night after said game? I had a dream in which Vern Fiddler asked me to marry him. Don’t ask.
Power play has replaced the “ohm” in my meditation chants..
I was scared to write this because I am superstitious!
The biggest confession of all? Did I REALLY think they would make it here? Hell yeah I did!
Pucking in the Playoffs..