Lt. Dish wrote:I'm telling you, if the 2010 Flyers, who were banged up and done like dinner, could do it, then so can the 2013 Pens. Sure, the chances are slim, but I witnessed first hand that series change one shift, one period, one game at a time. It built on itself little by little.
It made me utterly sick then, and it gives me a glimmer of hope now.
i understand and you are right but how can anyone believe in this team right now? I know we played hard last night but look how hard we had to work to buy a goal and if its that hard to score all series along with us getting no bounces then i dont see how we would go 4 straight games without having one game where we play like last night and lose.
To answer your question, I honestly don't know how anyone can believe in this team right now. I guess if you want, you try to muster up the energy to try. If you don't, then you don't. No one is right, no one is wrong.
Bear with me, please.
The most nervous I ever
was during the Stanley Cup playoffs was round 1 in 1999, when the Pens were the 8 seed playing the 1st-seeded New Jersey Devils. The Pens were trailing 3 games to 2 going into game 6; they gutted it out in OT to amazingly force a game 7. Absolutely no one expected the Pens to win that series. They had been playing way over their heads so far going into game 7, they were overmatched, on the road, and Jagr had a serious groin injury. Jagr came back in game 7 wearing these special compression shorts to help him even skate. He could barely push off.
What compounded the angst was that the organization itself was in dire straits. I distinctly recall the announcer melodramatically remarking that game 6 of that PIT-NJ series was likely the last game ever for the Pens in Pittsburgh. Paraphrasing, I remember something like, "These fans wonder if they'll ever see their team again." The team, already in Chapter 11 bankruptcy, was headed toward folding altogether. I sat there not just praying for my team to win but praying for it to survive at all. In my crazy fan mind I had associated the two disparate situations; I naively thought pulling off the upset would buy us all time (wat?!). I just wanted one more game, one more game, one more game...
If you had told me the morning of that game 7 vs. New Jersey that we would pull off that huge upset with a one-legged Jagr, eventually survive, and be where we are now, I'd have thought you were nuts. (Of course, the angst flared up again in the second round; when the Pens lost to Toronto, I thought I'd never see my beloved team again.)
But we know how it all eventually unfolded after that. I'm certain that this little tale and whatever point behind it make absolutely zero-zilch-nada sense to many
, but it still does to me.
I guess that's how I can bring myself to believe that amazing things can happen.