As the first period of tonight’s Sharks-Red Wings hockey match came to a close, the Sharks were leading 1-0. Detroit is a good team, however, and I knew they would not go gently into that 3-0 deficit.
“The next team to score will win,” I told my beer. It’s not a prediction I make often, but I’m right more often than I’m not. Alas, it was Detroit who scored next, tying the score at 1 apiece, on what appeared to be a pretty dubious penalty. So it goes.
3-3 going into overtime. My gut is swinging back towards the good guys.
Overtime playoff hockey and beer. That reminds me of a story…
Sharks win! I am wrong and happy.
I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you that you’re not allowed to watch hockey anymore…