Before last night’s game, I was talking with my brother and (inevitably) we got to talking about Dallas Stars hockey. He said what he really wanted more than anything was for the Stars to actually lead for more than a minute in this series, before sarcastically stating that a monkey paw just curled and that they would hold a lead for 59 minutes but then still lose to a flurry of Colorado Avalanche goals.
So when Wyatt Johnston scored just nine seconds into the game, I was ecstatic, I was pumping my fists, I was ready to run through a brick wall if need be… before I recalled that conversation and did my best Philip J.
