I couldn't help but smile last night during a post Stanley Cup game phone conversation with my Dad. For those of you who may not know, he ended up back in the hospital with 4 different strains of infection in his lungs and "little chance". Of course my stubborn father proved them wrong and between his will and the antibiotic "cocktail" they gave him, after 2 weeks he was transferred to a convalescent care facility for rehabilitation. He is improving leaps and bounds every day and is more like the father I knew 10 years ago than the one who is battling many health concerns at once.
Anyway, we briefly chatted about the game and he said the care aid came in with 10 minutes left in the game and said it was time to get washed up for bed (around 8 pm). His reply: You've Got To Be KIDDING!". She doesn't know hockey nor the importance of your team being in the first game of the Stanley Cup Final! She gave him an extra half hour! I asked him what would have happened if it had gone into overtime (only goal scored with 18.5 seconds left). He replied that he would have turned it back on when she shut the door.
I'm so glad my Dad is coming back to me!
Oh Yeah, in honour of my team, my smiles will all be Mr. Green for the duration of the series!
If you don't get it, ask Frank