Do you all ever have bizarre playoff dreams? I had the most nonsensical one a few nights ago, between Games 1 and 2:
Apparently Ilya Sorokin practices at a separate, hidden rink behind some factory (in my dream), and no one knows where it is, but I got a tip from an 11-year-old fan about it, so I showed up at the rink to skate, and at the front window they said, “No, Ilya doesn’t take shots from the public” (in my dream), and I said I didn’t want to shoot on him, just to use the other half of the rink, and they kicked me out, but later I saw him smoking a cigarette by himself (in my dream) in the rinkside bar that serves really bad wings.