As you read the comments from our faithful who watched the marathon last night / this morning, I wish we could have had web cams on everyone. See if you can relate to any of these observations:
- Just prior to puck drop, nervousness was at an all-time high
- Hyper-focus on Rinne. Feared every Chicago rush and lamented as he seemed to be fighting the puck.
- The leap from whatever you were sitting on when Wilson tipped in Goal #1.
- Followed by, "the next shift better not let in a goal". It didn't.
- The forward lean as Chicago's tying goal gets redirected and slowly finds the back of the net. Rinne follows it and slumps as it slides in. - Gloom hits.
- Kinda happy but still dissatisfied with a 1-1 after 1 period. Shoulda been 1-0. Not happy with Rinne.
- The living room discussion with whomever you were with about the need to not spit the bed in the 2nd.
- As the 2nd period goes on, you realize we're not spitting the bed. We may get to the end of the period with no damage.
- Holy Crap, Neal steals it and scores. We actually WON the 2nd Period.
- Happiest we've been after 2 periods in a long time. Prayer begins for the 3rd period. Rinne stills worries you.
-The 3rd has a different feel to it. We're definitely protecting the lead, Lavy style. Still pressing but not selling out. It's working.
- We're inside 10 minutes. You no longer feel like we're gonna score. - - - This is all about holding them for a 2-1 win.
- Then the dreaded "trailer". The names change but the result is always the same. We allow the back pass and the Sea Parts. You could feel what was coming. Even before the pass, you sensed danger. Once it was on his stick, you cringed. Great shot but a shot you needed Rinne to come up big on. He didn't.
- Puck hits back of net. I slammed my hand in the back of my chair. I'm sure thousands of Pred fans reacted physically to that goal. Damn.
- We get to OT. Rationalizations commence. We can do this. Hockey Gods owe us.
- OT1 comes. We're pressing the action. Rinne slowly starting to look like Rinne. You let out gasps both when Chicago is controlling the puck in our end, and when we just miss a golden chance because we can't quite get our stick on a rebound.
- OT2 comes. Starting to do the sleeping hours math. No wya you can go to bed. You're in for the duration. Rinne really shines now. We're getting out-chanced but Pekka is up to the task. Maybe we win the Pred old-fashioned way: Pekka keeps us in the game and we steal a goal.
- OT2 ends and now you're really tired and mostly spent. Longest game in Pred history. Confidence is waning.
- OT3 starts. Immediately you realize we're off. Slower. More tired. FF9 turns it over AGAIN and the Hawks enter the zone. Goal doesn't happen right away but puck stays in zone. From roughly the same place we lost Game 1 in OT, the long shot goes by Pekka and into the goal. - Deflation.
- Remote is grabbed and TV is almost immediately shut off. No watching them celebrate, no replay to see who screwed up. Just make it stop.
- Reality sets in. It's 1:20 in the friggin morning. Almost 5 hours of pure nerves gives way to exhaustion. You just want to go to bed.
- You strangely don't feel bitter. You feel sorry for yourself and the team. We deserved better. We played well enough to win BUT WE DIDN'T, AGAIN.
- You get in bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to recover. You then stop thinking about the game. You just want to escape into sleep. And you do.
This one really hurt. I'm a Sunshiner thru-and-thru. I've watched teams overcome 3-1 deficits. We can do it, but honestly, I will not be as stressed or nervous watching Game 5. I've already pre-accepted a hard-fought lost series. I can deal with it. That said, I don't want it to end. We've never won a Game 5 when we've been down in a series. We almost always get eliminated at home. Really want to change that mojo.
As torturous as it is, give me a Saturday afternoon Game 6 to sweat over. I'll take it. Give me one more screaming arena and a good ending, sending the Hawks fans home sad. That's where I am. Small, simple pleasures, and then build off of it.
Whatever your individual experience was like last night, we are all kindred spirits. We share this love-hate thing. Almost like a drug, we kinda know it's not going to end well, but we still shoot up.
That old saying about losing building character is really true. Rebounding from hits in life can only be practiced in the real world. While hockey is not life-or-death, we care so greatly, a loss crushes us. So we have to learn tactics to survive and then move forward. Serves us well in life.
Lets win Thursday and earn two more days of "what-if". In the unlikely event we win 3 straight and the series, it will become part of Pred History and your personal fandom history. And people will say they saw it coming, but they would be lying.