Sigh.
As I left work today, I told my boss (a diehard Habs fan) that I was pretty sure the Leafs were going to break my heart tonight. He was actually convinced that the Leafs would break his heart. I hate to be so pessimistic, but historical evidence is hard to ignore. And I've found that if I keep my expectations low, it makes exceeding them that much easier and satisfying.
I flipped to the game when they were winning 4-1 in the 3rd period. For a second, I got excited. But I had a terrible feeling that it wasn't going to last. It didn't. A spectacular choke. I couldn't even bring myself to watch the overtime. Instead, I watched Chris Hadfield land in the middle of Kazakhstan. Much more successful.
"Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do"
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