Wasn't on here last night, I spent Saturday visiting my old home town, went to take a look at the New Colisee and spent the night at the Hilton Quebec, which is the last time I stay over there, back to the Bonne Entente next time....
Anyways, we were having our diner at the Hilton's restaurant and the game was on, and me and my gf started watching when it was 2-0 and we saw it become 3-0 and she was like "Well, the game's done, no need to watch it back in the room, we'll rent a movie.."
And that's when I introduced her to Habs mysticism and to the various stories of miraculous happenings after I prayed to the Rocket. I told her that this **** was real and that it could be happening right there and then. So I did it, I asked Rocket for help, looking at Old Quebec City from the 17th floor of the Hilton, I asked him to help the Habs find victory, to make a believer out of my gf and to soothe the wounded spirits of his people by letting the Habs win.
Then they scored 1. She laughed. They scored another one. She stopped laughing. And then she ridiculed it all when they didn't score again right away, feeling quite secure in her infidel ways. And then it happened. And then they won.
Now, I think she's actually scared of me.