I settled down into my couch, laptop in front of me and turned on the TV. Excited? Not really. Nervous? Yeah, that fits more snugly. The puck dropped in SAP Center a little after 6 p.m. Pacific Time and I sat in my living room in Southern California absolutely dreading the next 60 minutes of playoff hockey.
San Jose burned us so many times in the past and the past two game sevens went against the Sharks. None of that impacted this particular game seven of course, but it provided the logs the nervous fire in my chest required to keep on roaring.