When Victory Euro Mats was awarded the Victory Euro Prince of Wales Trophy, he made sure not to touch it. He doesn’t want to be the one who jinxes the Devils!
Archive for May, 2012
There’s been all kinds of talk about some stupid guy doing some stupid thing against the Devils exactly 18 years ago, and frankly, we think that’s all stupid. We weren’t hockey fans yet way back then, so all this nostalgia has us wondering what we were up to on this day in 1994. Pookie was wrapping up her freshman year of high school, Schnookie was a couple of weeks away from graduating, and we were dreading the fast-approaching graduation-gift trip we were going to have to take with our grandparents. (The trip itself was an absolutely amazing tour of Switzerland, followed by a few days in Paris. The price we had to pay was spending all that time with our grandfather, nervously tittering at every racist and xenophobic thing he said, and recognizing where the “ugly American” stereotype comes from.) More importantly, though, we were huge NBA fans, and the Conference Finals were just under way. Looking at Wikipedia, it appears that on this day 18 years ago we were getting ourselves all psyched up for some hawt Rockets/Jazz Game 2 action. Which, in hindsight, seems preposterous. Who voluntarily watches Rockets/Jazz games?? That was just the undercard, though, because for all our self-identification as NBA fans, our primary concern was the Knicks.
The sexy, run-and-gun, flashy-scoring, mid-’90s Knicks. Wait, no… they were the opposite of that. Heh.
On this day 18 years ago we were also reveling in what Wikipedia reports was a 100-89 win by the Knicks over the Pacers, which sounds like about 188 more points than we remember being scored in that series. The Pat Riley Knicks were sluggish, thuggish, low-scoring, defensively smothering, and basically seemed, in comparison to all their opponents, talentless and slow. We adored them. So you can imagine how, when we jumped to the NHL, we were already on the fast-track to becoming fans of the late-Lemaire Era Devils. (“Wait, there’s a team that’s even more plodding, lifeless, and underachieving in the playoffs? Sign us up!”) Actually, now that we’re looking back at this golden time in our lives, we have to wonder… were the Devils reaching out to us across sports? Were they sending their insidious trapping tentacles into the NBA’s fanbase and plucking out the choicest morsels (because we’re nothing if not choice)? Did they somehow influence David Stern’s beautiful league toward the dark side of Uglyball, all to lure in the impressionably defense-minded fans? Did the Devils try to kill basketball at the same time they were killing hockey??? When we look at the big picture, that seems like a far more significant “this day in sports, 18 years ago” story than some bullshit guarantee/hat trick combo from a self-aggrandizing bald guy. So there.
We’d like to be really excited for Game 5 tonight, but the Devils are due for their next 3-0 loss, so we’re going to keep our enthusiasm tamped a bit until Game 6.
Schnookie had a shitty day at the office and Pookie’s stuck at work on the late shift. Devils, would it be too much to ask you to just not make our days any worse?
Today’s game is far too early in the day for us to really be able to find the omens the universe wants us to see. What unusual and meaningful sight are we supposed to be stumbling across before 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon? We’re lucky to even be awake by then! (Just kidding. Pookie’s been up since the crack of dawn because she has to work today. And, consequently, miss the game.) The closest we could come to a clear-cut message from the Hockey Gods is this:
It’s the family of groundhogs that lives under our neighbor’s deck; we only discovered they were there yesterday evening. You can’t see all the cute little babies here, so believe us when we say there are four of them. FOUR. Four could mean a lot of things… number of games you need to win a round, number of rounds you need to win the Cup, number of Cups– No. We’re not going there. AT ALL. Nice try, Hockey Gods.
Hockey again? It’s getting to be late May. What’s going on here??
Before Game 1, Pookie saw the Stanley Cup on the side of a bus. Today, she saw a dead bee. What could it all mean?!
If you had told us on the eve of the playoffs that we’d be here today, we never would have believed you. Getting out of the first round is such a monumental task for the Devils that we were just happy at the prospect of losing to the relatively innocuous Panthers instead of someone more heinous. Then a matchup with the Flyers after they’d caused the mighty Pens such a massive mental collapse? Surely that was going to end badly, right? Just not trailing for at least one period was more than we were hoping for. So… now this. It’s amazing. It’s completely unexpected. It’s been fun. When was the last time the playoffs were fun for us? 2006? That’s not as recent as some of us would like to think. So really, our thought going into tonight’s game is that the rest of this is gravy. No matter what happens in this ECF, we hope we never forget the unmitigated joy that’s come from watching the Devils overachieve in the playoffs (and humiliate the Flyers in the doing).
Of course, we will forget as soon as the puck drops tonight, so consider this a note to our future selves that there was once a time when we were truly happy.
P.S. Check out what Pookie saw on her drive home, after skipping out of work two hours early in order to catch the game:
It’s a sign!