2009 Stanley Cup Finals Game 3
Game 3 of the SCF is set to return to the burgh tonight. I’ve been through the depression of last year’s finals and somehow came out alive. A year later, we return home in the same situation, down 2-0 to the Red Wings. Nothing pains the liver more than a Stanley Cup Final run. It encompasses drinking heavily every other day, or somedays day-after-day, as showcased this weekend. The Pens are in a must-win situation tonight and I will be attending the game to get inside the heads of the Wings. Nothing helps you voice your opinion though like an 8:00pm start time to accomodate after-work drinkers. Is the NHL trying to kill me? I’ll have two solid hours to pound beers, rip shots, and drink bombs before I even have to head to the arena. Since they stop selling beer in the third period, it’s vitally essential to load your gut up before then. There will be no time for dinner on this night. Alcohol, abuse, and alcohol abuse are the only things on the agenda. Fuck my Liver.
