The Pens Are Cup Bound, But Fans Need To Step It Up
So I did exactly what I said I wasn't going to do in my last article - went to Sharp Edge Beer Emporium with a co-worker friend to watch what was left of Game 7. I rolled in at about 10:05 and there was 13:00 left in the third, right before Schultz slung in goal number two. Felt pretty good after that one. 2-1 in the third is certainly capable of overcoming, but it's a damn good feeling to be on the better end of that as the clock ticks away.
Then the Fraggle Rock Senators tied it back up and it was back to pins and needles mode. My friend and I could have sat at this yuppie, super expensive craft beer joint staring all silent at the screen waiting for the deflating feeling of a junk goal rolling into the net behind Murray, but we chose not to. As a matter of fact, she went around hugging and high-fiving strangers after Kuntiz locked it down.
And I'm not going to lie, considering the fact that I embraced attendance hypocrisy by stepping foot into Sharp Edge I had every bit of that cowardly vibe coursing through my veins , but son of a bitch, I still remained vocal despite not being at the physical game - and not the over-the-top kind of barfly fan who talks way too much at the television like you're delivering some kind of alternative smarmy commentary (we had someone there covering that niche), but one who claps at the appropriate times and gives an "ohhh" of exasperation when a goal bounces off the post. Towing a modest fan line, as it were.
Then my friend and I noticed two fans (at the game) who were sitting behind Murray looking at their phones. Front ice seats for an OT in a Game 7 and you're busy sliding DMs? Mark Madden after the game at this to say about the fan base and I don't know what the hell hockey game he was watching:
Mark, people were sitting on their hands - understandably nervous AF I'm sure, but you're still at a Game 7 playoff game with your team's entire season on the line - you can't channel that negative energy into some consistent rock-solid "LET'S GO PENS" chants, banging on the boards and throwing expletives in Methot's general direction? Granted, we had some towel swingers dispersed throughout the PPG and credit to those guys, but as for the rest of that arena, step your fan game up - not counting their one-time Superbowl appearance and college-era Peyton Manning the most athletic thing the state of Tennessee has seen is when Elvis gyrated his fried PB & banana hips. You better believe they're going to be amped to the gills for P.K. and The Preds.
I'll see you Monday night.