Last week, after game five I said that I hoped the Pens won game six and we had a good game seven on our hands. We do! It happened! So, I was close with my 3-1 prediction as they won 2-1.
The worst part is that I only saw up to the end of the second period! I totally missed the last two goals. That's the time-zone difference again.
Tonight will be very different though. It's game seven, and there's very little that could keep me from seeing this game. I've taken on board that I was very close with the game six score prediction, and coupled up with the facts: Red Wings home ice advantage, a dream I had last night, how I said at the start of the series that I wanted the Wings to win the cup.
Yeah, you guessed it, I'm rooting for the Wings in this final game!
I assume you're wondering what I'm yammering on about with the dream I had last night? If you are, keep reading! If you aren't, you can keep reading anyway or skip the next few paragraphs.
I'll skip all the strange, unnecessary parts (like a frozen selection of wild animals and scrapping metal for money) because actually, I have no idea about those parts! Basically, with me living in the UK I subconsciously knew that the game wouldn't be on Channel Five—unlike the NBA finals were—so I would have to find other means of watching the game.
This feeling followed me to my dream and as I stood in this strange person's home, perusing the channel listings I noticed a distinct lack of ice hockey! Yet, somehow I managed to watch the game and I cheered with a mix of joy and resentment as the Red Wings lifted the cup.
They won 4-2, with the scores after each period as follows: Period one—1-1, period two - 3-2. Then, in the last forty seconds, with Fleury pulled from goal and the extra attacker on the ice for the Pens, Zetterberg clears the puck from just inside the Wings' blue line.
The puck slides down the ice, past all the Pens as they race back to reach it but none are close as it gently hits the post and goes in.
Even watching that game, in my dream on a television screen was still heart-stopping. I woke up instantly thinking "Holy crap, that was amazing!" and then spent the next ten minutes checking my clock and calendar to make sure I'd not actually seen it.
I still keep checking the scores to make sure it was all in my head! I can only hope that the last game pans out somewhat like my dream, I'll be a happy man.
Contrary to what the picture suggests, there's nothing between these two teams tonight. You can effectively dismiss previous scores, previous stats and previous plays. It all comes down to tonight's game. This may as well be a one game series, because that's all that's left. There must be a winner.
I suppose you could say this is a prediction of the score? Possibly, either way it's the ramblings of a very excited man! Because I know that no matter who wins, I'll not be alone when that cup gets lifted and I get shivers down my spine.
I want to be clear here, before I say the next thing, as a Flyers fan I wish that it was neither of these teams contending for the cup.
However, as a sports fan I do want to wish both teams the best of luck tonight, an early congratulations to the fans of the winning team, and a commiserations to the fans of the losing team.
Let's hope it's a good one!