Turd Ferguson
Its a funny name
Just win. For all that is good in this world, just win. Lift the Barry Trotz curse and Caps game 7 curse.
I hope we score on a PP with Clutterbuck in the box.
I hope we score on a PP with Clutterbuck in the box.
Just win. For all that is good in this world, just win. Lift the Barry Trotz curse and Caps game 7 curse.
I hope we score on a PP with Clutterbuck in the box.
Unless they drastically outplay the Islanders and lose at a level even beyond some of their late Montreal series losses I'll be at peace with any outcome that isn't fluky or decided primarily by the refs. High-level hockey is too good to get caught up in rooting interests. As much as I'd like to see them get over the hump, some teams and some cores manage to elevate and some can't. There's a lot that goes into that mix coming out right.The Tinner's Take:
Guys I've gone the route of my boy Usiel. Indifference.
The Tinner's Take:
Guys I've gone the route of my boy Usiel. Indifference. Had my friend over for Game 1 and was pumped that this year would be different...we laid an egg. Its just the Caps...its our fate as Caps fans. I needed to stay away for my mental health so been trying not to watch the games and stay away for the first time in my life. I figured if we make it past the first round I'd be ok again.
Now here we are...another game 7.
I'm more positive than most here but I know the truth. The hockey Gods hate the Caps. I put our chances of victory at about 17%.
It has nothing to do with our players. Our coach. Troy Brouwer. Ovechkin. Our GM. Our owner. Our style of play. I've seen so many iterations of this story it matters not. It is what it is.
I am expecting the worst and hoping for the best at this point. I am going to watch game 7 with my buddy and donning my Ovechkin jersey. I'll be watching it as a Captain knowing he is going to go down with his sinking ship. Its the honorable thing to do despite my better judgment heh
One thing I know is that I'll be back next year, just like all of you. Caps fans are like Rocky Balboa. We keep getting knocked down but can't help but getting back up. It sucks but its our lot in life.
So my message to you is to hope for the best but expect the hockey Gods to screw us. Whether we don't show up, the refs spank us, random hot goalie, bad bounces...whatever. If we sink we will go down as one. Greenie, Rids, Brouwer, Brooklyn, Goon, Joehansen, TX, RH, Milhaus, Chibi, Ovie etc...all of us are one.
Unless they drastically outplay the Islanders and lose at a level even beyond some of their late Montreal series losses I'll be at peace with any outcome that isn't fluky or decided primarily by the refs. High-level hockey is too good to get caught up in rooting interests. As much as I'd like to see them get over the hump, some teams and some cores manage to elevate and some can't.
The Tinner's Take:
Guys I've gone the route of my boy Usiel. Indifference. Had my friend over for Game 1 and was pumped that this year would be different...we laid an egg. Its just the Caps...its our fate as Caps fans. I needed to stay away for my mental health so been trying not to watch the games and stay away for the first time in my life. I figured if we make it past the first round I'd be ok again.
Now here we are...another game 7.
I'm more positive than most here but I know the truth. The hockey Gods hate the Caps. I put our chances of victory at about 17%.
It has nothing to do with our players. Our coach. Troy Brouwer. Ovechkin. Our GM. Our owner. Our style of play. I've seen so many iterations of this story it matters not. It is what it is.
I am expecting the worst and hoping for the best at this point. I am going to watch game 7 with my buddy and donning my Ovechkin jersey. I'll be watching it as a Captain knowing he is going to go down with his sinking ship. Its the honorable thing to do despite my better judgment heh
One thing I know is that I'll be back next year, just like all of you. Caps fans are like Rocky Balboa. We keep getting knocked down but can't help but getting back up. It sucks but its our lot in life.
So my message to you is to hope for the best but expect the hockey Gods to screw us. Whether we don't show up, the refs spank us, random hot goalie, bad bounces...whatever. If we sink we will go down as one. Greenie, Rids, Brouwer, Brooklyn, Goon, Joehansen, TX, RH, Milhaus, Chibi, Ovie etc...all of us are one.
That is so depressing to read
Us Caps fans are masochistic. Despite the failures, we keep coming back. We know this team will choke at some point, yet we will still be in the stands of Verizon Centre, or Bell Centre in my case, cheering on the Caps.
Hockey gods hate us. Being a Caps fan is a punishment at times.
I swear, in the dark days of Adam Oates and GMGM, I was secretly hoping for Ovi and Backstrom to be traded to a place where they could enjoy the success that they deserve.
That being said, let's go Caps and rock the red !
Unless they drastically outplay the Islanders and lose at a level even beyond some of their late Montreal series losses I'll be at peace with any outcome that isn't fluky or decided primarily by the refs. High-level hockey is too good to get caught up in rooting interests. As much as I'd like to see them get over the hump, some teams and some cores manage to elevate and some can't. There's a lot that goes into that mix coming out right.
They get out what they put in most of the time. Either they'll put it together, move on and gain additional experience collectively...or not. If not there's likely to be some retooling (or at least there should be to a very specific extent). 3-5 in Game 7's is a bit more respectable than 2-6.
This is another important moment for Ovechkin. He needs to be the one leading the charge not just an intensity standpoint but in terms of composure as well.
Beautiful sentiment.
Not me.
It'll be either pure devastation and misery, or impossible exhilaration, depending exclusively on final score.
I can't help it. As much as I would like to watch these games with a measure of detachment and rationality, I still view every damn game through the emotional filter of my 6-year-old self.
I watched my first game 40 years ago during their first season. I have lived and died with every bounce of the puck since then.
Truthfully, I'm unlikely to be able to watch the game at all tomorrow. It'll be too stressful. I'll follow by radio and by the 100+ texts i receive thru the night from friends and family. I'll drive my daughter to and from her ice hockey practice way down in Anaheim, and I'll be saying prayers the entire time, begging God for a Game 7 win.
Over the last 40 years I have developed and matured in many ways. My attachment to the Caps is not one of them.