The NHL playoffs are a good reminder to go as hard as you can all the way through. You may think you know and you may actually know, but you don't know that you know. So go all out until whatever it is that is underway--that game, that series, that season, that career; that day, that year, that decade, that life--is complete.
Were I asked to say what NHL playoff game had he most likely outcome, I would have said last night's Tampa-Toronto contest. Down 2-1 and playing at home, having let two games get away from them and in danger of dropping the series without a Game 4 victory, I'd have expected a demonstrative Lightning win. That's how it was going, with a 4-1 third period lead, before the Leafs came back and then prevailed in OT.
Did some work over the weekend regarding this book I plan to write on comebacks in sports.
The Kings may have--but who knows?--blown their chance to take out the Oilers. That's what I felt the other night after they went up 3-0 in the first, and then ended up losing. Thought that was the game for them to get in order to advance.
The Devils dropped the first two games at home to the Rangers, which made their regular season start to appear mirage-y, and then they go to Madison Square Garden and take two right back.
Impressive as hell performance last night from Jimmy Butler of the Heat. I think that series will still have some drama to it even though the Heat are up 3-1, but that was one of those classic "I will lead us to victory" games from Butler that players sometimes have. Took everything he had for Miami to win that one. Maybe the Celtics aren't going to need that number one seed after all. What Butler did reminded me of what starting pitchers in baseball used to be able to do. Transcend.
Speaking of starting pitchers: Red Sox went up 4-0 on the Orioles last night, and Chris Sale gave it all right back. You were always supposed to think Chris Sale was great because he struck out lots of people, as if an out achieved via a strikeout was worth three outs all by itself, and the lowly induced groundout to the second baseman was barely worth one, so just to be consistent, one ought to mention that he struck out no one in five innings, right?
Then--because Chris Sale has anger issues and can't control himself or act like a professional--he threw (which he's better at throwing anyway) one of his patented nutties in the dugout. And then he provided one of his predictable, fake tough guy soundbites after.
Has anyone ever truly respected a man who can't control his anger?
My niece went with my mom and my sister to some doll store over the weekend. She turns seven on Friday. She's really into this doll she has, I guess. Well, she had just a super time and was so happy going around this store. And even with everything going on in this hell I'm in, that made me feel good for her. Sounded like a day she'll always remember.
They'd all gone--with my nephew, too--to what they said was the ballet--Cinderella--the other night, but there was no music and I don't really understand what they saw.
I asked my mom to tell the kids that that really wasn't the ballet, because as someone who loves the ballet, I didn't want them turned off to it automatically without having really experienced the ballet. The boy thinks this interest of mine is strange--especially as I'm in otherwise good standing given my knowledge of sports--but his question to the adults was, "Where's the orchestra?" My mom didn't know that the ballet itself didn't originate with the animated Disney film, so I sent her some links for various Cinderella-related things--origins of the story, a 1922 film--as well as information about the Snow White story. Disney hasn't really come up with much on its own, its central characters--Mickey, Donald, Goofy--aside.