I’m not sure if it’s because our son plays hockey and we know that feeling oh so well – final game of a tournament or championship, and then the team doesn’t show up. I mean, they are there physically, but mentally…no way. We weren’t upset last night when the Wings lost. Okay, that’s not entirely true; we were upset, but we let it go. Today, however, non-hockey families have emailed or called, wanting to commiserate with us and we’re like, whatever.
Each game is different, no matter what the team is playing for. Yes, of course, our son has never played in the Stanley Cup playoffs, but ask if him two years ago, playing down at Joe Louis for the division championship game, how he felt after he lost that game? He was so close to getting the “big” trophy and his team didn’t show up. Again, I’m not discounting the Wings, the Stanley Cup, or the Holy Grail. What I’m saying is that there is a lesson to learn, and it’s very simple: the Penguins wanted this more than the Wings. It totally showed in their play, and in our lack of play.
Sure, we’re disappointed. That’s a given. After the clock wound down and it was evident that the Wings were not going to be able to pull this off, we all sighed. As soon as the clock was 0, we turned the tv off – unable to see the Penguins raise Lord Stanley – and we all stood up, said good-bye to our guests, and went to bed.
Oh well. There’s always next year.
Fire 99, the team that my son plays for out of Farmington Hills, won their division Championship game down at Joe Louis Arena yesterday. It was a pretty good game; our team dominated most of the play and won, 4 – 1.
Here’s my son (the back of him) right after he scored. He’d been a little dry in that department lately, so this was a big one for him. He’s high-fiving our captain.