I first got interested in hockey (like many people, I suspect) when I was 21 years old and Vancouver took the New York Rangers to seven games in 1994. Tonight we're doing another white-knuckle, seven-game final and everybody in the country is feeling antsy and a little nauseated.
My sister is defragmenting her hard drive today so that she can watch the CBC stream of the game without too many delays.
I'm making dinner right now, at 4 PM, so I don't have to do it later.
I have neither beer nor money, so we'll be drinking iced tea (from a mix - the Canadian way).
We're all a bit nervous. But also we're tired of waiting - Canada hasn't had the Cup in 18 years (though many Canadians have - 53.6% of NHL players are from Canada, with 18.5% from the US, and Europe taking the remaining 27.9%).
Just a few words of encouragement:
Luongo - Chin up buddy. Don't let the whole 15-goals-against-in-three-away-games thing bother you. Try not to choke.
Schneider - Dude, keep your helmet handy.
Henrik - SHOOT. You never know - you could get a rebound.
Daniel - Please don't try to punch anyone. We'll all die laughing and miss the rest of the game.
Tim Thomas - Your mother wears army boots.
See you on the other side..... [gulp] .....