We are scantily a few minutes away from the puck dropping on two important games for the Blackhawks. I hate not having our fate in our own hands. My breath is a bit shortened. I need to focus. I NEED a beer. But what I need even more is a Big time St Louis Blues win and an Edmonton win would be sweet too.
My nerves are shot and nothing has happened yet. No puck has been dropped, no lead has been blown, no anthems have been sung, and yet I'm just sitting here a bit hyped up, my legs keep bouncing, my toes are tapping, my body feels uncomfortable, and every joint has been cracked. TWICE!
I gotta go I'm hearing pregame goal horns. If I don't return morn my death from a heart attack.