So I am a totally jerk because I nearly feel off my couch laughing when the USA tied the game with 27 or 24 or something seconds left. It was just so absurd.
I wasn't nearly as emotionally involved with this game because my goalie wasn't playing. I totally dig Miller now, more than I did before, but he's not Nabby. And no matter WHAT happened, five Sharks were coming home with medals. FIVE! Whoo! I couldn't be upset about that. When I found myself yelling "COME ON, SHARKS!" instead of "COME ON, USA!" at the tv, I knew. It didn't matter how it panned out, I was rooting for my Sharks.
Edzo kept his damn mouth shut about pulling Miller after he let the first goal in, this saving me from feelings of nearly uncontrollable rage. I was a bit disappointed that it looked like the US was just kinda going to hand team Canada the medal, but thankfully they actually decided to show up in the second and make the game less zzzzzzzzzz and more !!!!!!!!!!
And after the game was over, and the medals were handed out (I did watch. Joe, why did you let Pronger hug you?! Don't let Alternate Capn' Elbows infect you with his Prongerness!!!) I went and started drawing stuff totally unrelated to the Games. The NHL season start again tomorrow, and I need to be ready! Trade deadline, playoffs (wait what?!), so much craziness is coming!
Maybe now that 4 Sharks have gold those choking jokes will stop...
Who am I kidding?! April, May and, one hopes, June are going to be really annoying. Bring it on!