Last night was tragic.
Screaming. Crying. Vowing revenge. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. Disgust.
For some, it was victory.
Cheering. Whooping. Clapping. Rejoicing. Happiness. Relaxation. Relish.
I sat at the table, my fists clenched into balls. My eyes were bigger than the circle of the sun. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep calm.
Suddenly, a group across from us stood up, cheering and waving their napkins. One threw a wing in the air.
“What happened?”, I asked. “He saved it?”
“No”, Mom said grimly. “They scored.”
I crumpled to my knees, screaming.
“No!”, I screamed. “This – is – not – legal!”
“Come on”, said Mom, standing up. “Let’s go.”
Before we sulked out of Buffalo Wild Wings, I went to another Bruins fans’ table, and whispered:
“Someday you’ll go far – I hope you stay there.”
Would you like some ice for that burn? 😉