The final five minutes of the game, I had to go downstairs. My wife is 36 weeks pregnant and yelled at me because I kept jumping around in bed while she was sleeping. I spent the end of the game in the living room literally pacing back and forth with my hands on my head. I did about 20 fist-pumps and "**** yeah!" shouts when the final horn went.
Watching your team in elimination games is truly torturous.
This is a good proxy for my heart rate during the playoffs:
A truly shared experience.
Would have been nice to see the Caps version
I don't know if your heart should be completing revolutions.
You should get that checked out.