A Substandard Game Review

So there I am, watching the Stanley Cup Finals...Excuse me, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. In stark contrast to the first game goal-a-thon, Game 2 was a little tighter. I think I may have taken a nap, too, judging from the drool marks on my mustard-stained t-shirt. At least, I hope that's drool...

Anyways, I noticed that Chris Pronger is just about as annoying as that guy that just ate an onion-and -garlic sadwich with sauerkraut and HAS to sit next to you on the empty bus and strike up a conversation. Whats with the trash talk? And the puck stealing? Who actually cares if he steals the puck? It's not like he can't afford to pay for it. The Flyers are down 2-0, and they are still talking shit. Even with Vile (yeah, I mis-spelled that on purpose) Leino, as well as he is playing, they are still losing. Even so, Red Wings fans are wanting to smear Leino with brown gravy and throw him into a pit filled with starving wolverines. Which sucks, because the Flyers are my cousin's favorite team. Not that that has anything to do with it.

Back to the game. 37 minutes into the game, I decide that nothing will happen and I go to take a leak. While I am standing in front of the john, I hear the Chicago fans cheering. What the fuck? I leave for two seconds and ... I hear more cheering, louder. Must be a fight, I think as I stand there, wondering when the stream will end. I mean, I can't just STOP, and it won't be much longer. When I am finally done, I go out to find that the Hawks have scored TWO goals. Thinking I miht see something, I watch the rest of the game with no bathroom breaks.

And nothing happens.

Philly scores one goal. I saw that one, and I think that my cousin is now considering coming to my house to lock my bathroom during games. Which will be quite a trick, since he lives in New Jersey, and i live in Washington.

State.

3100 miles away.

Thats a long way to go to prevent a guy from taking a leak for 2.5 hrs.