When the Bruins took the lead in the first period of last night’s game against my Lightning, I must confess to copious amounts of frustrated cursing. Luckily the kids weren’t home to hear it and learn new words for show-and-tell.
Somewhere around the second period, though, I got the feeling the Lightning weren’t quite finished yet. Instead of getting scatter-brained and giving up when they are down, like they have done for years, they regrouped, came out swinging, and ended up winning the game, 5-4. And Little Marty, my favorite player (all 5 feet of him), scored twice. What’s not to love?
Onto game #7! Maybe I’ll wear my Lightning jersey to work to bring them good luck.