Sadness

(I'm pretty sure Covered in Oil used this picture before. But I'm too lazy to advance beyond the first page of google image search for another image.)





I mean, I didn't even expect the Oilers to beat the cephalopod-loving Red Wings in game 6--which led to the inappropriate touching of an overexcited oilfan impressed by a Nazi-themed pickup line. And I certainly didn't expect them to advance past San Jose when they blew two games. But then they started winning! And I was excited! I even lowered myself to use Google China to look up game pictures when I was in Shanghai. I'd watch the evening news on this channel that I don't normally watch because that's the only way to get a 15 second blurb on the results. I'd go to the library and hover creepily over some guy just so he would leave and I can swoop in and use the internet. I even entertained the believe that they can win without Roloson. I even made long distance calls to Dave every hour or so during game 7 to check the score.

I WAS HOOKED!

And I wasn't the only one. Hell, even the snarky ladies from go fug yourself were hooked on the Oilers.

But then they lost and I too, was lost in a sad haze. I even had this freaky nightmare where a giant cockroach devoured the entire crew of Oilers and then Rod Brind'Amore started making out with the cup ... even though the last part was just a recollection of an image that I saw during the evening news.

Oh well, I think I'm better now. At least I can finally get with the rest of this city and focus my attention on the World Cup ... because, you know, I can only handle one semi-underdog team at a time. Czech Republic, you better beat Italy on Thursday and advance beyond the first round.