My friends and family know it; they describe it as "boner-age", "creepy", and my personal favorite "you care about them more than certain relatives". I spend every game I watch at home glued to the couch fist pumping, pelvic-thrusting, yelling, cursing, pacing, and fetal position-ing. The games I go to at the Big Barn I spend yelling, cheering (Huge difference), cursing, fist-pumping, high fiving, white knuckling, hugging, and honestly, if I leave there without my hands hurting and voice destroyed I didn't do my job and shouldn't be invited back.
But this love affair goes all the way back to 2005, when Alex Ovechkin was called up to the big league club. The following eight years have held amazing highs like the game seven against Boston from last year, the Federov goal that sent the Rangers home in 2009, amazing brawls from Matt Bradley, Matt Hendricks, and John Erksine, hair raising goals from Ovie, flashy saves from Holtby, and the Winter Classic victory over Pittsburgh in 2011. Sadly, there have also been lows like the 2010 playoff series against the Habs, anything done by Jeff Schultz, three game seven playoff loses (2008, 2010, 2012), and heartbreaking regular season losses.
What am I trying to say with this? Well, the overall point is obvious; I'm kind of in the hole for the Washington Capitals hockey franchise. We have
I'll leave you all with a few things, Matty P dancing, an amazing video, and a simple saying...