lithera | Another hockey post.

You know what I'm doing tonight?

I'm watching the Red Wings game.

If we don't win tonight we're out. The game is at 5 PST. I'm already nervous.

*takes a deep breath*

The feels are hard to describe in a way that really captures the feeling. I've been rooting for this team for years. I was so amazed when we won the Cup in '97. It was the first time in like 50 years. The feeling of being a part of that, even just a little part, was amazing. I love the excitement. There are games I will never forget. Especially those triple overtimes games where I no longer cared who won as long as it ended - the tension was just insane. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack every time someone made a shot.

I'm not a confrontational person, but I wear my jersey out on the streets hoping that someone will comment on it and someone almost always does. What's the fun of having a favorite team if everyone else likes it too? I remember when they were the Dead Things, when they couldn't make it into the playoffs and only three teams didn't get in at that point.

Even if we don't make it to the Cup, even if we don't win, it's been a hell of a ride and I've enjoyed it.

You know what? Even if we lose tonight, I'm wearing my jersey tomorrow.

I love the Red Wings.