Game 5: A collection of Epic One sentence Summations.

The shit really hit the fan and stunk up the whole room.

A collective train-wreck.

A veritable shipwreck.

etc.

That game sucked on so many levels I can't begin to discuss it. Maybe next year.

Playoffs Update.

Sorry folks, this is going to be a textual message and not a photoshop extravabonanza.

Heading into the playoffs I had buried my optimism about the Flames in a shallow grave in the backyard. Games 1 and 2 did nothing to make me want to exhume said optimism. Losing compelling leads is not something any team can be proud of and neither can a fan.

On an expensive whim, GF and I decided to drag our balls out of the work related vice and head to game 3 in the dome. I have to really give it up to the fans. Calgary has some of the best and most passionate fans (I am sure EDM is not far behind or even a tie). We don't boo the US anthem (we cheer it madly and add some emphasis to a few key words), so eat a bag of dicks MTL fans. We sing our anthem loud and proud. Best of all, an early goal by the hawks didn't even dampen our enthusiasm the damn place was still loud as ever.

GF and I were not sitting together but the text message exchanges were notable (some paraphrasing):

Regarding Bert's obsession with the back hand:
the stick has two sides bert

On the double backhand pass play:
the double back'ander! mossman a goal! It's a prophecy bitches!
LOL. mooooooooose cock!

Needless to say, a game without any discernable rhythym that lead to a win was worth being at. I have extened my playoff game appearance win streak to 5. That's 5-0 people. You want a win, get me tickets, that's all I can say.