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tellitslantSo I wrote about four posts last night, but I'll take pity on your flists and spread them out over the day. *g* So first the IMPORTANT one:
HELLO OILERS HOLY CRAP.
We chose an excellent game to go watch on Whyte – because obviously we won, but we also played well, and that last goal was a thing of fucking beauty, man. Seriously. Plus everyone seated at the actual bar got a free tequila shot. *grin*
Whyte was – not quiet, not with the number of horns blaring, but much less crowded than we expected (ETA: apparently 40 arrests last night as opposed to 240 last win). Possibly people had given up on the team. Shame! (OK, I nearly did too, I admit it.) There were cops practically every five feet or so, nevertheless, although my favourite part of the evening was probably seeing the little old grey-haired grannie in front of us reach out and slap a high-five with one of the cops lining the sidewalk. Heee. I am pleased to report, also, that barely any of the noise reaches our apartment – just the occasional screaming drunk passerby. Awesome.
And you know what? If we lose it in the next game, at least we brought it home once more, and if we lose it in the game after that, then at least we took it to game seven. There's no bad here – and honestly, ever since we squeaked into eighth seed and made it to the finals, there has been no bad.
…did you see that last goal? Did you? Oh, Pisani, do it again.
HELLO OILERS HOLY CRAP.
We chose an excellent game to go watch on Whyte – because obviously we won, but we also played well, and that last goal was a thing of fucking beauty, man. Seriously. Plus everyone seated at the actual bar got a free tequila shot. *grin*
Whyte was – not quiet, not with the number of horns blaring, but much less crowded than we expected (ETA: apparently 40 arrests last night as opposed to 240 last win). Possibly people had given up on the team. Shame! (OK, I nearly did too, I admit it.) There were cops practically every five feet or so, nevertheless, although my favourite part of the evening was probably seeing the little old grey-haired grannie in front of us reach out and slap a high-five with one of the cops lining the sidewalk. Heee. I am pleased to report, also, that barely any of the noise reaches our apartment – just the occasional screaming drunk passerby. Awesome.
And you know what? If we lose it in the next game, at least we brought it home once more, and if we lose it in the game after that, then at least we took it to game seven. There's no bad here – and honestly, ever since we squeaked into eighth seed and made it to the finals, there has been no bad.
…did you see that last goal? Did you? Oh, Pisani, do it again.
