Watching playoffs in any sport is stressful—but what is it about hockey that keeps you on the verge of a heart attack for 60 minutes? Especially when it's Game 7. And even more so when your team is down by two goals with time ticking off the clock faster than it should. I'm starting to sweat a little and I'm just sitting on the couch!
Or maybe we can just blame the dark pall that has fallen over Boston sports since April ended. The badness started May 3rd when the Celtics were ousted in the first round by the Knicks. I don't think anyone was surprised. The Celts are an aging team that just looked exhausted by the end.
The Red Sox have kept the clouds dark this month by going 2-8 in their last 10 games. Yes folks, the team that had the best record in baseball and led the American League east at the end of April now have dropped to 3rd. Call it coming back to earth after being bolstered by Boston Strong if you want. Or just call it bad baseball. Whatever you want to call it, it sucks.
Now the Bruuuuuuuuuins, who were trailing by two goals just minutes ago, have tied up the game with 50 seconds left. Three goals in 10 minutes! Holy COW! And now... sudden death... in Game 7? I'm not sure my heart can handle much more of this. The anxiety is setting in. Overtime is going to send me over the edge.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod... my heart drops with every shot the Leafs take. Hyperventilating. There's a scurry around the Leafs net. Holy crap, holy crap...
AND THE BRUINS WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!
Hold on folks, May might be salvaged yet—at least in one sport!