Ha! This was my exact same reaction Game 7 against the Devils in '09. When Eric scored that go-ahead goal, I burst out my front door and ran up my street yelling CAAAAAAAAAAAANES!!! at the top of my lungs.
Damn, I miss games that matter. Sigh.
That was my last year of college. Technically it was grad school (it's only a one-year program in accounting), but I was rooming with a couple of my undergrad friends so it didn't feel much different. I had long since established myself as a diehard Canes fan, but my roommates bandwagoned once they realized the team was actually going to make the playoffs.
I should also mention we were living in a student apartment building. And we were
those neighbors. House parties every weekend, lots of yelling, and a noise complaint or two. A couple of my roommates liked to pee off the balcony and didn't care if it went through someone else's window.
That game where Jussi Jokinen scored the GWG with 0.2 seconds left? I have no memory of the goal. My only recollection of that game was jumping up and down, screaming at the end. If I had to tell you the next day why I was doing that, I would have drawn a blank. Apparently I was also throwing beer on whoever was sitting on the couch next to me throughout that game. I must have thought it was funny.
This probably explains why we never really got along with the people above us. But it hit a new low when one of my roommates opened up his Taco Bell crunch wrap and discovered they had put sour cream on it after he specifically asked them not to. He jumped up in a drunken rage, yelled something obscene, ran out the door, and threw it off the balcony onto a car below. Turns it out the car belonged to Field Hockey Girl, who lived above us and was always coming down on the weekends to tell us to shut up because she had a game the next day. In hindsight, it's pretty understandable. We were terrible neighbors. Anyway, her roommates happened to be in the parking lot when he threw his food on her car and saw the whole thing, so they
really didn't like us after that.
Anyway, that brings us to Game 7 against the Devils. By that point, those neighbors knew we were pulling for the Canes because we were doing it quite loudly every time they played. For this game, we quickly discovered they were pulling for the Devils. We had no prior knowledge of their hockey fandom, so we think they were just trying to **** us off. When the Devils went up 3-2, they immediately started yelling and stomping on the floor above us. So naturally, when Jokinen tied it, we yelled more than usual because we knew they were listening. Then Staal walked in and scored right after that. We yelled even louder. But it wasn't enough. They had been stomping at us, and I really wanted to give them a commensurate response because we knew our team had just stolen the series. So I got up on the couch and started banging on the ceiling for a good 15 seconds as we all screamed at the top of their lungs.
They never made a sound after that.
P.S. If anyone reading this lived in the apartments behind the Walgreen's in Boone that year, sorry we were such jerks.