LAK 3, DAL 2 - Recap: in which I set a world record for SHOUT/60
Yesterday, at somewhere around two o'clock, my kid and I stopped playing NHL11 so I could program the DVR to record that evening's Kings/Stars game. When we switched over to the cable feed, the tuner was (of course) already set to Fox Sports West, but to our surprise we were looking at the Kings up 2-1 with 52 seconds to go in the third period and the Dallas net empty.
ME: I guess it was a day game.
ME JR.: We won. We're winning. We're going to win. Who's got two?
ME: We do.
[Dallas is flying all around the Kings' zone]
ME: Oh please don't let me tune in just in time to see the Stars tie it up with two seconds left oh God no turn it off TURN IT OFF.
ME JR.: -- NO! --
ME: Give me the remote. I said. Give. Me. The --
ME JR.: [at TV} BLOW THE WHISTLE! BLOW THE WHISTLE!
ME: No no no no that's no goal!
ME JR: He hit Quick with his stick!
ME: It was covered!
ME JR.: They're not going to count that. That's not a goal.
ME: It counts. ****ing ****ity ****!
ME JR.: [crying] THAT'S NOT FAIR!
[Me Jr turns off TV, throws the remote onto the sofa and storms out]
ME JR.: MOM!
[I pick up the remote and turn the TV back on; the Kings enter the zone; Me Jr. returns]
ME JR: Where's Mom?
ME: OH! OH! AH!
ME JR.: SHOOT!
ME: UH!
ME JR: Is it in? IT'S IN!
ME: HOLY ****!
ME JR: Mom, the Kings won! The Kings won! Holy ****! Mom!
MRS Q: [OFF] Don't say the S.H. word.
MR JR.: The S.H. word is shut-up. Michal Handzus. H, A, N, D, Z, U, S. Dad, who's better, Brad Richards or Brad Richardson? Brad Richards or Brad Richardson or Mike Richards or Mike Richardson? Dad?
MRS. Q [entering]: How much longer before we can leave?
ME JR: Mom, you missed the best game ever.
I'm pretty sure I involuntarily gasped, groaned, shouted or otherwise emitted strange sounds or expletives at least 10 times in those approx. 52 seconds of game time. I believe that's 692 SHOUT/60, as it will now have to be known. Pound for pound, the most exhilarating hockey viewing experience I can remember. Suspense, dread, heartbreak, new hope, redemption. Packed into 52 seconds.
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I don’t have cable and I was studying for finals so I decided I would only have the Gamecast up instead of streaming the game. I was just watching the time click down on nhl.com crappy “IceTracker” and when I saw the Stars had scored with :52 left I yelled and closed IceTracker (while in the library). I’m furious and already hate my life because it’s finals week and this was the last thing I needed. Then I got a tweet to my phone from LAKI saying the kings had tied it back up and I yelled again (still in the library) and tried to find a stream before the game ended. Most exhilirating IceTracker moment of my life.
I woke the baby
Seriously. She was upstairs sleeping and my guttural “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” snapped her right awake. Wife was less than happy…but who really cared at that moment?!
Suck it Ribiero!
i screamed eff dallas!!!!
"It's not illegal. It's frowned upon, like masturbating on an airplane."-Alan Garner
Amazing Quisp! I had a friend over, a hockey newbie who knows virtually nothing about the game. I screamed the F word when Dallas tied it up, then hollered, danced a jig, hollered again, danced some more and then screamed, “HOLY WOW! WHAT A GAME!” after the Kings scored the winner. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m nuts now.
There is greatness in all of us, but only those who work hard and take responsibility for themselves realize it.
same here!
I was watching it in a room away from the fam and they heard me yell F*&K at the top of my lungs….then 20 seconds later i yelled a whole new myriad of curse words!!!!!
followed by a good bar of soap in my mouth!!! and my wife punching me…then high-fiving me!!!!
"It's not illegal. It's frowned upon, like masturbating on an airplane."-Alan Garner
The string of expletives that came out of my mouth when Dallas tied it was very unladylike (what else is new) and 20 seconds later they weren’t much better, just with laughter instead of a tone of disgust. I feel really bad for my neighbors and I suspect they’re all a little afraid of me.
Hey Foxy, would you call that a doh-si-doh or a dipsy doodle?
I was standing eight feet in front of my TV for the last eight minutes (as I always do in tight games, because I just can’t sit still — and because I’m superstitious about standing in that one spot, and about the number 8: Doughty’s my favourite player, I live in apartment 8, and I was eight years old when the Kings when on their Cup run).
Anyway, when the Stars tied it, I screamed that most famous of four letter words and whipped one of the pillows at the couch (as I always do when the Kings blow a late lead). Then, right after the ensuing faceoff, the Stars’ announcers mentioned something about the game going to overtime, at which point I said, “Let’s not let it get that far, boys.”
Sure enough, Zeus scored, I screamed “YEEAAAH! YEEAAAH! YEEAAAH!” like Joe Swanson on Family Guy, and jumped up and down for several seconds. I may or may not have tweaked my knee on that play.
Man, what the hell will I do if we win a playoff series? Or, heaven forbid, the Cup? My knees don’t wanna find out, but the rest of me can’t wait!
by King of Saskatchewan on Mar 14, 2011 8:05 PM PDT reply actions

















