Things are getting really tense in my mind right now.
The Pens play in exactly 14 hours and 14 minutes. The nausea is setting in, my palms are getting sweaty. I wish I was kidding. So, in order to keep things in perspective and lighten the mood a bit, I thought I'd share a little philosophy with you.
Unfortunately, this philosophy is coming straight from the bizarre mouth of the Flyers' starting goaltender, Ilya Bryzgalov. Enjoy. No, seriously - watch this.
Unlike the rest of the Pens' fanbase, the league, the mainstream media, and the hu-MON-gous big universe, I'm not at all confident that the Pens will advance from this round. The defense has looked sloppy for a month now and the team is under a lot of pressure to perform well. The Flyers have consistently outplayed them all season and, even if the Pens DO advance, they will be limping away from this wreck.
I cannot be expected to handle this well.
So, if the Pens are faced with an early summer of unlimited golf and what-ifs, I'll need someone to remind me that my problems here on the Earth are nothing.
...I just won't want to hear it from Bryzgalov.
LET'S GO, PENS!
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