Ah, the true Wings are starting to emerge once again. Off to a flying start, with Ozzie capturing an unbelieveable, and unrealistic, 1.00 GAA. Of course that can't last. Not that the Wings can't still win the cup. Yes, they've done it in the past...even with Ozzie, but I'm not losing any sleep nor keeping my hopes up. I think I have a better chance keeping my hopes up that I'll go up to Terry's cottage on July Fouth week, with all my kids, and there will be 80 degree days of sun and fun without sweltering, nor kid overload. That's what I'm really hoping and praying for. I won't go into detail about the game, because in part, I didn't watch all of it. I watched 1 then 1-1...then flicked it back on when Pens just scored a shorthander to make it 2-2. Saw their third....down hill from there. Luckily, I had other things to do...Wink's as good as a nod....
Hoping for the best, but have recall the days of Nick Polano, Danny Gare, and Peter Puck. Life goes on. Good luck to those of you who have put stock into them. Carpe Diem!!!
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