This photo pretty much sums up what I looked like last Thursday, during game 4 of the Red Wings' quest for the cup in Anaheim. These west coast series are killing me!
Ed made a valiant attempt to watch both games on Tuesday and Thursday of last week, which both started at 10:00 or 10:30 p.m. On Tuesday, I saw maybe the first 15 minutes, and on Thursday I woke up and watched the last 15 minutes.
I really am a Red Wings fan and wanted to watch the game, but by the end of the week, I'm toast. Hard to believe in my younger days I would go to the bar on a Thursday night until at least after midnight (I'm sure) and then get up for work the next day. When you're younger, Thursday morning practically is the weekend, so going out to the bar that night is not a stretch. When you're older, Thursday morning is the middle of the week and you wouldn't dream of going to the bar that night because you'd miss watching "The Office" with your kids. Also, the weekend doesn't officially start until boys get home from school on Friday and the husband gets home from work. Then, and only then, you might celebrate it by staying up until 11:30 to see the news. Woo, hoo....crazy times!
Anyway, as I drifted into my third REM cycle Thursday night, I heard Ed yell something in excitement. It jolted me awake to ask the usual middle-of-the night questions "what's wrong...what is it?" He apologized and admitted that he got a little overzealous as the Wings scored a goal. "Oh goody" I dreamed "the Wings scored a goal".....snore, snore....drool, drool...dumb smile on my face.
I think at that point the score was 2 to 1 or something low like that. I just remember thinking that there hadn't been any blowouts in the series as of yet and goals were hard to come by for either team. Later on, I rolled over again and Ed was asleep. Since I am seriously near sighted, I can't see squat without my glasses, unless squat is perhaps only inches from face. (Ed loves it when I look to see what time it is and have to put my face on top of the alarm clock to get a clear reading.) Anyway, since the game was still going on, and Ed was asleep, the quickest way for me to learn what was happening was to wake him up and ask him what the score was. Fiddling for my glasses in my nightstand drawer was going to take too much time. So...nudge, nudge, nudge..."Ed, wake up. What's the score?" He opened his eyes (I think, I couldn't really see if he did or not) and said "5 to 2." I thought he was hallucinating and screamed "5 to 2! Who's winning?!" I think he had to declare it was the Red Wings a couple of times before it registered in my mind. You'll recall, this was kind of a must-win game for the Wings, being down 2 to 1 in the series. The last time I woke up, goals were scarce. Then, the next time I wake up there's a score-fest going on during a snore-fest.
Well of course I tried to go back to sleep, but my adrenaline rush was going on and I had to go to the trouble to put my glasses on to watch the final minutes of the game. By then it almost 1:00 a.m.
One last game in Los Angeles this week. Of course we hope the Wings can wrap it up and not have to play a game seven back in Detroit. I'm praying that our next series will not involve a team west of Chicago. Some of us need our beauty sleep, you know.
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