Stanley Cup Madness

The second game of the Stanley Cup Playoffs is tonight.  David and Amy are here and our friend Gerry is arriving shortly. 

My son, bless his soul, is sporting a playoff beard.  It kind of shocked me when I came home from New York and this bushy-bearded, broad shouldered lumberjack sauntered it.  How was it possible?  This hairy stranger couldn’t be my big brown eyes sprogglet of a boy?  I didn’t know he could grow a beard.  Figured it would come in all patchy and shy.  Nope.  I’ll see if he’ll let me take a picture and post it.

Anyway, we had a nice lunch and then the guys disappeared downstairs.

Its a beautiful sunny day, today.  Warm, reminding us that summer will soon be upon us.  Amy and I are sitting peacefully in the living room with the windows open, a fresh breeze slides along our warm skin, making the heat bearable. 

There is the sound of whistles and cheering crowds and announcers voices, punctuated with whoops, cheers and sometimes groans from David and Don. 

No, the game hasn’t started yet.  They are playing video game hockey.  They are playing together against the video.  The Canucks versus the Bruins.  It is probably not necessary to mention that they are the Canucks.  They seem to think that if they win the video game then the Canucks will win game two.

Don just came upstairs.  “DAMN IT!“  He bellowed.  “They’re beating us.“ 

“Oh no…“ Amy and I said, looking sympathetic and trying not to laugh. 

“I know!“  He snagged a beer from the fridge.  “But we still have a chance.  They haven’t beaten us yet.“  He gave me a jaunty smile like he was the man and he would win this thing, and then he disappeared down the basement stairs. 

Now, it’s Amy and me again, both of us typing.  I’m going to make penne pasta and salad for dinner.  Throw a few Italian sausages on the grill.  I’m not sure what I’ll do for dessert,  maybe a berry crumble or a sponge cake with fruit compote.  Not sure, but whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll enjoy it.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, June 04, 2011 in Chewing the Fat