With the Avs out of the playoff race, I had to pick my bandwagons. From the beginning, I was hoping for a Nashville – Anaheim Conference Final, with a Buffalo – Ottawa East. But Nashville decided they didn’t want it that bad, and so I was hoping for a true Battle of California. San Jose, why did you quit playing? What was wrong with you? While the conference in the east came out how I wanted, once both teams were in the Conf finals, I achieved a zen like state of blissful ignorance about them. No matter who won, I was OK with it (even if I was secretly pulling for Buffalo just a teeny tiny bit).
But Ducks – Red Wings. This is a whole other story. I want things to happen to the Wings, like elbows to the head (check), checks into the bench (check), and demoralizing goals in the last seconds of games (super check). I want to see Bertuzzi looking down at the ice, wondering where it all went wrong. I want to see Giguere thrust his arms in the air in victory. I am ready for the Red Wings season to be over.
Yesterday, between shows, I was able to watch the game from backstage. The last ten minutes was a tension filled time for me, while the rest of the company was off having lunch/dinner or taking a nap before the final show of the day. When the puck went in off Lidstrom’s stick, I couldn’t help yelling “Yes!!!” I yelled it a lot. And as the cast came back, and we had to prep microphones, I was sure the Wings were going to score when I wasn’t looking. But when I was looking, Selanne roofs it on the backhand, and I found myself jumping up and down, running around backstage yelling, “Ducks Win, Ducks Win!!!” A few of my new coworkers thought I was a little screwy, but the ones who had dealt with me before knew I was always this screwy.
I hope, I pray, I quiver with anticipation, for a Game 6 loss by the Wings. Ending the series now, Ducks versus Ottawa, would make for some great hockey. I’m tired of watching the Red Wings. I think their season should be over. I think it will be soon.