It is 10:14 PM on Thursday night. My stomach is full of bugles, tropical starbursts and Code Red Mountain Dew. I should feel like garbage but the only thing I am feeling is nerves.
24 hours from this moment, the Penguins season will be completely different from what it is now. To be honest, that is the thing that I absolutely hate about playoff hockey. The wait.
If all goes well tomorrow, the Pens will be heading back home with things all evened up. Zero chance they lose a series to the Islanders after that.
However, if they don’t go well tomorrow. Well, plain and simple, we will be fighting for our lives.
I don’t know about yinz, but I just can’t have that. Not on the first weekend of the playoffs. I can’t be that nervous this early.
Tomorrow is the biggest game of the year. It’s not on our ice and it’s against a team that plays like it has nothing to lose because, in reality they’ve lost pretty much everything in the last few decades.
I would like to think that tomorrow will be no sweat. Unlike the Steelers and the Pirates, the Penguins don’t routinely disappoint us. Sure they don’t win the cup every year but overall, I think we can trust them.
However, this year they’ve been a total wild card. You never know what you’re getting from the forwards, defensemen or the goalie. Hell even Sully has been a bit unpredictable this season.
At the end of the day, I still trust them all. You have to ride with your guys. Especially when they have proved they can get it done. But…. I am still nervous.
I feel like a girl whose boyfriend is on a trip to Vegas. You trust your man. You have faith in him. But you know that there is the chance he can hook up with some piece of trash (the Islanders) and ruin everything. That shit will keep you up tonight, if you let it.
That’s what this blog is for. Tonight we go to bed with a clean conscience. Get all the fear and negative thoughts out tonight before your head hits the pillow. Tomorrow morning we wake up ready to cheer on the 2019 Stanley Cup champs.
Let there be no doubt when you roll out of bed. Put your jersey on with pride. Blast “Party Hard” on your way to work and breeze through the day by watching Mario and Sid highlights on YouTube.
We got this. We are the Penguins. Tomorrow we will even this shit up. We will then come back to Pittsburgh and put this team to bed.
The fear ends now. Tomorrow we wake up Champions once again. Let’s go Pens.