tried to find a photo that would be indicative of the emotions I'm feeling, but to no avail.
I felt the need to write this right now while my emotions are raw.
My boys (and YES, they are MY boys) have gone as far as they can go. For this season, anyways.
And now I have to utter the phrase so often uttered by nearly every Chicagoan.
There's always next year. Jeebus, my skin crawls just typing it.
I am infinitely proud of how far the team as a whole (yes you Huet, you too. Don't listen to those haters). And though I am in the pits of despair right now; I feel like it's important to find the silver lining. So....here goes:
Imaginary Husband can shave his playoff beard. I think it's universally agreed upon fact that his was particularly heinous.
I am now closer to 2009-2010 season tickets. And next year? When they go all the way? My lily white ass will be there for all the madness
And to my dear, dear (you know who you are) friends who cheer for the team who shall not be mentioned. Since my momma taught me manners; congratulations on your win.
I've got some emotions to sort through, I should be right as rain soon.
It's on to the Finals and then to the Cubbies, which will most likely never factor on here again.
Here comes the Hawks, the mighty Blackhawks...