I was going to write about
something else this month. You know, something about writing. Or maybe
something about my books. Maybe something profound on creating characters or
finding true love or…something. But I can't, not today. Not this month.
Because I'm heartbroken.
For those who don't follow the
game, hockey playoffs have started. Four rounds of super-intense,
heart-pounding, blood-pressure skyrocketing, stroke-inducing, edge-of-your seat
excitement. Or despair.
And I'm a Caps fan (that's the
Washington Capitals for those who don't follow the game). Enough said, right?
It's early in the playoffs--we're
still in the first round. In fact, we played our third game last night against
the Toronto Maple Leafs…a young team that was only, maybe, supposed to win one
game in the first round.
They've won two. And all three
games have gone into overtime. You want a cardio workout? Watch a playoff game
in overtime. Trust me, that will get your heart pumping.
Me? I'm probably going to stroke-out
before the first round even ends. My hubby won't sit in the same room with me
during the games. Even my dog has abandoned me. Honestly, though, you'd think
they'd be used to the screaming and swearing and crying by now.
Lisa's usually-lovable dog and normally-attentive hubby. Both have abandoned her in her time of need. Or maybe they just have a really good sense of self-preservation! |
Because, you know, I'm a Caps
fan. Have been since the late nineties. I should be used to this by now.
That's where the heartbreak comes
in. Because I am used to it…and I
don't want to be. The Caps, my beloved team, have only made it to the final
round--the one for that bright, shiny Cup--only once, back in 1998. They were
swept by Detroit, losing four games in a row.
They haven't been back since.
Yes, we've made the playoffs.
Repeatedly. This season and last, we've won the President's Trophy (meaning we
had the most regular season points out of all 30 teams in the NHL).
But this is playoff hockey and
the regular season doesn't count. Not even close. It's faster, tougher, harder.
It's a wild, teeth-baring beast that demands even more from bodies already
battered and broken by eighty-two games played since October.
It's a hunger game of an entirely
different sort. And if you're a fan, you understand that the stakes are even
higher.
I want to believe. I want to
believe so much that it's a real physical manifestation: taste, feel, breathe: excitement, anxiety, hope…fear. Especially
fear.
Because I'm a Caps fan.
L: Lisa with Mike Richards after winning his game-worn jersey, March 2016 (photo courtesy Washington Capitals); C: Lisa with Caps goalie Braden Holtby; R: Lisa with TJ Osie |
Okay, so maybe the Leafs are
leading the series 2-1. But it's only been three games out of a best-of-seven
series. In the first round. I'll keep hoping…and convincing myself that we can
do it. And trying not to stroke-out in the process.
In the meantime, you may want to
join my husband and dog and stay far away from me. It's probably safer that
way.
For now.
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4 comments:
I live in Maryland and know Caps fans, but I grew up in Delaware, and was a Flyers fan during the Broad Street Bullies heyday. Don't really follow hockey now. Sorry the Caps are out of the playoffs.\
denise
Hey Denise--
It's never too late to rejoin! Once a fan, always a fan :).
And the Caps aren't out of it yet...it just feels that way. But I remain forever hopeful because it's got to happen one of these days!!
At least your Caps made it into the playoffs, my Jets gave it a run in the end but nothing. But that doesn't stop me from cheering the rest of the Canadian teams in, especially the Oilers so I feel you!!
I'm a Sharks fan so I totally understand the pain of almost getting there, we've had a ton of heartbreak, too, being up 3-0 to the Kings then losing the series was so awful (that comeback was mostly due to Justin Williams, now on your Caps), and losing in the final last year wasn't so fun either.
Overtime losses feel particularly brutal, but your series is only 2-1, that's not an insurmountable lead, my Sharks were in the same position last night (also against a younger team) and now it's 2-2, so hopefully that will happen for you, too.
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