playoff hockey memories
Remember when we were still in Kingston, but most of our furniture wasn’t. It was playoff time, which meant it was also exam time, but we had finished our final fourth year exams. We filled up our Nalgene bottles with alcohol and walked over to Dustin’s place to watch the game — getting updates from people watching on their front porches (disheveled couches moved onto front lawns for comfort). Then onto the bar where we were sitting front and centre, as all the boys left and we were the only witnesses to Vancouver’s tie-it-up goal with something like .8 seconds left on the clock to send them into overtime. Remember that the TV was gone and we really wanted to know the score so we would hit refresh every ten seconds on our computers to find out if anything had happened. The suspense was more exciting than actually watching the game live.