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Well the Sens have made it to round four – the finals. This is where we go for the cup.
I was not watching the game. Rather I was outside, gardening. I am banned from watching the game as everytime I get involved they lose. My students know about this, and religiously inforce the ban. Thirteen and fourteen year-olds fight dirty.
But even though I wasn’t watching, I knew the instant they won. How you ask? From the screaming eminating from the houses around me. And then the honking began. Oh, the honking. Cars whipping up and down the street, flags waving, drunken frat boy screaming. There was a group of young boys playing ball hockey in a driveway up the street, and the honking would become deafening as cars past them. The hockey playing boys themselves would becoming frantic, screaming, "Go Senators!" Clearly the frat boys were cheering on the next generation. Of what, I will let you decide.
As it was a holiday weekend, the city had closed off part of the downtown for an afterparty. It filled with more fans, yelling and cheering.
Need I remind you this is just for making it to the finals. Admitedly it is the first time in modern franchise history we have made it this far, (There was a Senators that won the cup 80 years ago, but then they folded and we waited years and years to get our very own team. We were good children, straightened up our rooms, walked the dog and ate our vegetables, and yet we waited.) but you would think that we had won the whole think after that broohaha.
God forbid if we win. The whole city may stay up past 11 pm.
Note – I posted this once before and it never showedup. Weird.