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but I even wore my lucky orange shorts. MY LUCKY ORANGE SHORTS!!!! THAT SHOULD BE A GUARANTEED VICTORY.

Damnit.

Sure is quiet out tonight.

Okay, so I seem to do nothing but quote and rip-off Covered in Oil, but that does not detract from the fact that each and every person reading this post (that pretty much amounts to Allison) MUST GO HERE NOW: Knob Hockey.

Here are two examples of clips from their site:

GO. NOW. Knob Hockey.

Here are some clips from Jasper Avenue after the Oilers spanked Carolina in game 6. The shirtless guy who ran out of the cab (halfway through the video) tried to hug me, but I used the camera as a shield (phew!). I don’t need any shirtless dudes giving me hugs in the street after an Oilers win — I get enough of that on my daily walk to work.

GAME SEVEN MONDAY NIGHT BABY! WOOOOOOOOO!

Wow. What a shot. What a shot. Just…wow. Jasper ave was bumper-to-bumper on the way home after the game with horns honking and everyone whooping and hollering. A few were even running throuh traffic geting high-fives from the drivers. Everyone was in such a euphoric state, you’d thought we’d won the cup instead of just a stay of execution.

Doesn’t matter. The city is enjoying and so am I. Personally, I attribute the win to my lucky Orange shorts, which I will FOR SURE be wearing come Saturday. GOILERS!

I’ve calmed down a bit. Oil win, 6-4, no thanks to our goaltending. Horcoff makes up for the -4 game and Dvorak pots one just to shut the naysayers up.

GOILERS!

It all started so good. So very, very good. Pronger scored on a penalty shot. Here’s a vid:

Next, this happens:

And then, just to twiiiist that knife ever so harshly, with 30 seconds left in the game (and apologies to the excellent blog Covered In Oil):

Long story short, Oil lose 5-4, and the latest I hear is that Roloson is out for the series. If that’s the truth, I’ll say it here (not that this is a big revelation): the Oil are 100% finished. I have absolutely no confidence in Conks (that’s for sure), and Markanen is no better. They may well score 6 goals with all of the 2-on-1’s and such, but you know what, Carolina will score 7 on 20 shots. It’s sad but true.

Now, I’d love to be proven wrong and I don’t want to make it seem like I’m jumping off the bandwagon and have people like Traxy send me some e-mail rubbing this in my face a week from now, but I’m also a realist and I’m calling this series done and done.

Not gonna stop cheering for the Oil by any means, but man was that deflating.

Until Wednesday….go oilers….sigh.

Sunday night, on the balcony, MacBook on lap. It’s pretty quiet downtown tonight — no honking horns, random ‘WOOO’s from Jasper ave, or calls for high-fives. It’s been 8 days since the Oil beat Anaheim, which resulted in a small percentage of the 50,000 or so that congregated on Whyte to go stupid and equate violence and vandalism with Oiler pride. Today, however, is silent.

Still, there are signs of city pride all around. Up to this point of typing about 10 cars have passed by, 4 of which had Oiler flags (one Ford Tempo had a flag on a hockey-stick about as big as the car itself) and a few pedestrians are wearing copper-and-blue hats or t-shirts. We even have 3 posters up in the windows as well as our silver pom-poms (which are a type of status symbol these days, proving that you actually went to a game).

I haven’t thought much about the games lately — it has been plus 25 and sunny every day. The only bit of sport-related tension was Finola Hackett and her near-win on the spelling bee. I gave up on the NBA playoffs the minute the Spurs lost (and I reallllly don’t care who wins this finals matchup. I hate Mark Cuban with a passion, rivalled only by that of my dislike of Shaq. If there was a way Nowitzki could get a ring without anyone else, I’d be happy, but overall that sport is done for the year. Dallas in 6.)

Despite the warm weather and all of the distractions that it brings, there is an undercurrent of tension. Little flashes that don’t seem real — “Oilers” “Stanley Cup Finals” “Monday”. You see players on the cover of the paper and read an article about Roloson and the Conn Smythe, but again it’s just not clicking. That being said, the second the boys hit the ice tomorrow this place will go bezerk again for a few more weeks. Buildings will burn, windows will be smashed, bottles thrown, and people arrested. I, for one, absolutely cannot wait. Who needs this peace and quiet anyway? Let the stress begin!