I’m tired…

The Dallas Stars and the San Jose Sharks are having the battle of the Titans.  It is very late, and we are still up, because they are now going to be going into the 4th overtime!  The fourth. Each overtime goes for twenty minutes unless someone scores.  The score is one-one and the goalies Marty Turco and Evgeni Nabokav have been playing amazing.

I’m still up, because this is a crazy game, and it’s one of those games where I can’t just pad upstairs and go to sleep, because apparently this marathon game is one of the most exciting games ever played.  And something as thrilling as this, needs company.  Don’s watching the game, and I’m watching Don and now I just got smart and brought my computer in the family room and am blogging to you. 

They have played the equivalent of two full games and the Dallas Stars have oxygen at their bench.  It is after 11 pm here and after 1 am there.  It’s going to be a little challenging to do the spring out of bed at 6:45 tomorrow morning to make breakfast and get Will off to school.  I wonder how many more overtimes there are going to be tonight? 

It’s gotten so that I am worrying for both teams. They are playing so hard and passionate, and the goalies are like super heroes.  It’s like I want someone to score so I can go to bed, and yet I don’t want anyone to score because I’ll feel bad for the team that lost because really, they both deserve to win. 

And you know what?  Best of all, no fighting!  The game is too crucial.  Nobody wants to take a penalty. 

Okay, the break is over.  We are going into the fourth overtime.  I don’t know what to wish for.  I’m pooped, I can’t even begin to imagine how tired the players must be. 

The camera crew is panning the crowd, a little boy, fast asleep, a couple staring in a zombie like fashion, her head resting on his shoulder.  Already both goalies have made another save.  This is crazy.  Marty Turco has made 60 saves!  Nabokav just made another body flinging save.  That is ridiculous goal tending.

Even the dogs have collapsed in exhaustion.  Molly went upstairs and put herself into her kennel and Scooter is snoozing in the armchair.  I’d like to be snoozing too.

Well, I don’t think I’ll keep blogging until someone wins, because like the game, this could turn into the longest blog in the world. 

Nite everybody.  I hope you don’t have hockey nuts for husbands and are sleeping comfy in your beds.  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, May 04, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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