Jobing.com arena rocking right before the opening faceoff of Game 5

So I’ll admit it. I was ready to give up. I was at Game 5. It was a tough loss to stomach. I drove home, 45 minutes, in complete silence. I was ready to shave the playoff beard. Luckily for me (and unfortunately for Ms. AMSTS), I didn’t shave the beard. I abandoned all hope but watched Game 6. Refraining from giving up on my team just yet. The Coyotes did not disappoint. A fantastic showing by Bryzgalov won the ‘yotes the game 5-2. The series goes back to Phoenix on Tuesday, and who has two thumbs and a ticket to Game 7? This guy.

I don’t know if I can handle it. I nearly die in regular season games that go into overtime, a Game 7!?!?! I’m going to explode. If this goes the good way, it’ll be the highlight of my sports life. A loss, and it’s familiar devastating territory. Down there with Purdue’s loss to Wisconsin in ‘04, or Purdue’s loss in ‘07 to Ohio State, or the Orioles losing the 97 ALCS to the Indians, etc etc etc. Needless to say, I’ve been there before. It’s probably what brings me closest to the verge of tears in my life. I guess it’s either a privileged life, or I’m just way too emotionally invested in sports.

I think it’s a little from column A and a little from column B.