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LOL I'm sorry I had to laugh. I cried too! And also wondered if I'm cut out for this sports obsession/addiction. I suppose it's too late now to worry about that.

Those few minutes of OT were just about all I could handle.
I was yelling things like
"Don't you let them do this!", "Finish this! NOW!", and MANY other things.

Well I'm guessing we are hooked. Looking back over the regular season I realized I did not miss one. single. game. 82 games....is that something I should admit to because it sounds CRAZY!

Glad you got hooked on hockey like I did......out of the blue.


Sorry, I'm a Metro-Detroiter. Go Wings!

Are you sure you aren't Canadian?

I woke up this morning and turned on my computer to see the results. To late to watch the entire game in my time zone.

We are living parallel hockey-fan lives right now b/c I just finished listening to (I don't have cable tv) the Portland Winterhawks/Spokane Chiefs WHL hockey game on the radio, and it too went into overtime....and...we WON (Winterhawks)!!!!!!!!! I didn't cry, but I screamed and ran around my house and freaked my cat right the hell out.

Good times. :)

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