Sorry I couldn't post yesterday guys, but my Mom took away my computer priviledges after Mr. Hull & I got in a fight over the top bunk on Wednesday night.
Anyways, yesterday's super fantastic semi-final was a doozie. Even though we had to play at 2:00 a.m. (and sneak into the arena through a window) it was just like being in the big leagues.
With the score tied 2-2 in the third, Mr. Hull banked one off the boards and hit the pylon in the turned-around net square in the middle. The fans went nuts, which kind of pissed me off since I'm on the "DarkJerseys" and Mr. Hull was playing for the "YellowPennys" and both fans are my relatives.
Anyway, we're eliminated now, but Mr. Hull got into an argument with the YellowPennies "marquee player", Sergei Krivokrasov over which one of them got MVP for the game (and the garlic fingers at Greco) and now Sergei is quitting. As a result, it looks like i may get picked up to play in the championship game.
It's funny, I always just thought of big league sports as fun and games; the super wha tournament has showed me the human side of it. THe emotional toll has been immense not only for myself & Mr. Hull, but the other seven guys as well. We've lived together, laughed together and cried together. We are brothers now.
Sincerely, and with love
Bring Back BUcky