It's been over five months since I've sat down to write. Blame it on a new job, or perhaps it's that What's Up, Ya Sieve? says everything better than I ever could, but I finally need to vent to more than just my friends and family.
My husband and father-in-law joke about how seriously I take hockey. They call me "coach" and and "fire" me when things aren't going well. Unfortunately there's been a lot of those comments lately.
In the not too distant past, the Penguins rarely lost two consecutive games, let alone this embarrassment called March and April. I remember an undefeated March 2013, where Mark and I were able to witness three incredible games and where I fell in love with Consol. This year's trip had a much different feel with two big losses.
My team went from battling for first place to now holding onto any hope of clinching a wild card. What. The. Hell. If we make our way into the playoffs, will we be able to even get through the first round? Not based on they way we've been playing. We don't shoot, we cause nonsense penalties, and we're generally flat. All of this with some of the best players in the game.
And yes, it's just a game. There's always next season. But when you commit your time and energy and walk away with nothing to show for it, it's heartbreaking and frustrating. I'm not ready to say goodbye to my team just yet.