It was great to see the Pittsburgh Penguins win game seven of the eastern NHL semi-finals last night. They beat the Washington Capitals. Even though I had to put up with the local, DC Comcast television announcers, who are okay but very homey. The game was pretty much a blow-out from the first period, so there wasn't the usual excitement and tension that only a game seven in the hockey playoffs can bring. As much as I love baseball, playoff hockey is the most exciting sport I know. Especially if you have a team you can pull for. Like the Penguins. Especially if it's a game seven. You can't blink. Every second is that critical.
So, even though the game was still on we avoided marital discord at 9 PM when the season finale of Lost came on. Confident that the Penguins had the game and series well in hand, Kate could watch Lost (and I could too), without worrying what was happening in the playoff matchup.
Lost was a two-hour season finale. ABC promoted it at three-hours. But the first was just a Heinz hour. As in ketchup. As in catch-up. So, the finale really didn't start until 9. But I missed a few minutes of the first hour as I nodded off on the couch. The excitement was killing me! By 10 PM I gave in to my steadily closing eyes and hit the sack. Never saw the end to the finale.
I'll catch up on-line or on my iPhone with a download. Sometime when there's no Penguins playoff hockey game on. Sometime when my eyes can stay open for the duration.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.