Got home late, like 730 late and turned on the game, recorded of course.
Mid way through the first period..”What the fuck are they doing? They are not going to have any legs in the third!” were the words I spoke to my wife.
Toward the end of the first, the Kings were already slowing down.
Richards and Carter. Everywhere.
Brown. Looking better but still not in form.
Nolan. Did he play?
Quick? Timing was off, fighting the puck.
But the game was still 1-1 and the Kings didn’t look too horrible by the end of the first. Had plenty of shots and scoring chances.
Second period started. More concern. Kings slowing down. Jets getting faster, momentum was now changing. We could not forecheck. The boys’ legs were turning to rubber. It was most noticeable in the transition game.
I picked up my phone around 5 minutes or so into the second. Why? Don’t know. Habit.
Right there, on my fucking home screen.
Fuck you LA Kings app.
The final score of 5-3 Jets.
“I looked at my phone.”
“Why the fuck did I look at my phone?”
I set it down.
Closed my eyes.
Cursed for about
30 seconds 3 minutes under my breath.
Wrote this incomplete post game.
So what happened?
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