I've been lucky enough to see some great games in person over the past few years. I was there when, after the Redskins blocked a Dallas last second field goal attempt, the great Sean Taylor scooped up the ball, ran through a face mask penalty and set up the Skins' game winning kick. I saw Ryan Zimmerman christen the Nationals' new ballpark with a walk off home run. I watched the Terps football team beat Miami and Florida State in back-to-back weeks. I was even able to enjoy the Lee Greenwood classic "Proud To Be An American" at the Army vs. Navy football game in Baltimore. I've seen game winning 2-minute drills, monster dunks, grand slams, and half court shots. But nothing I have ever seen in the world of sports can compare to being at the Verizon Center last night where I had the privilege to witness Alexander Ovechkin scorch three pucks past the Penguins' dumbfounded goalie.
Being that I'm a Washington sports fan I haven't had many chances to see any kind of playoff games over the years, but for once the stars aligned and I got tickets for "Caps vs. Pens Part II: Gary Bettman's Wet Dream" with some friends. There was a buzz in the air around the Verizon Center and you just knew that with these two teams anything was possible. The first period went by and while it was exciting to be there it wasn't the psychotic frat party from hell that I always hoped I'd get to see. The Pens had the lead after that bitch Sidney "The Anti-Haberdasher" Crosby slipped a goal under Varlamov's pads and the Pens fans were feeling a little too good about themselves. I was nervous that after watching game 1 on TV that there'd be no way for game 2 to compare. In my mind the final score would end up being 1-0, because, like I said before, I'm a Washington sports fan.
But over the next two periods, despite Andy Sandberg's stunt double eventually getting the cheapest hat trick in the history of men whacking things with sticks, Alex The Great transcended the game. With two rocket one-timers Ovie tied it up and then gave the good guys the lead. With each of his goals the atmosphere in the Phone Booth intensified as Caps began to swell with pride while the invaders from Pittsburgh sunk deeper into their seats. When the Unleash The Fury video was played with around 5 minutes left I was literally shaking with excitement and no one was in their seat. The stage was set for Alex The Great to grab the reins and and cement his place as the best hockey player alive. On a fast break past my former favorite Capital, Sergi Gonchar, #8 unleashed the fury in the form of a redonkulous slap shot over Fleury's outstretched glove.
Total euphoria. Total excitement. It didn't matter that Crosby would eventually swat his 3rd goal in with 30 seconds left (I'll admit that he's a better player than I've given him credit for in the past, but he's no Ovechkin) because this was The Ovie Show. Every time Ovie's skates touch the ice you get the feeling that you're going to see something amazing. The Redskins seem lost in the abyss, the Wizards probably won't rise above mediocrity any time soon, and the Nationals are the Nationals, but with Ovechkin and the amazing supporting cast of Mike Green, Alexander Semin, Nicholas Backstrom, Brooks Laich, and now Simeon Varlamov, just to name a few, you might start to believe that we could all be rocking the red for a long time. Of course this series could easily blow up in our faces and the summer could come sooner than we hope, but either way this team is bringing passion back to DC and I for one couldn't be happier.
Oh yeah, suck it, Don Cherry.
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