*Disclaimer: The author will not actually kill themself, they are simply melodramatic and sad.
Kyle was right. It is so over, and I am gonna kill myself.
I had given up on this team about halfway through the season. I was so absolutely convinced that there was no way we could ever make it to the playoffs, convinced that I’d have to wait another year before I got a shot to see the Pens in the postseason again. And then they started winning. In fact, they went on a 10-game point streak right at the very end of the season, and their playoff odds went from less than three percent to over 50. I was amazed, I was exhilarated, and I was more stressed than I had ever been in my entire life.
It was so easy when the Pens were just bad. They lost, and I expected it, and I was sad because I like it when they win, but at least it didn’t affect their playoff odds. Who cares, they’re never gonna make it anyway, right? Wrong, apparently. Once they started winning, everything mattered. I was going insane. I was so harrowed. I was over the moon when they won. I was on the brink of death when they almost didn’t win, and then they won. I have never in my life been so invested in something that ultimately has no effect on my life.
And then they lost against the Bruins. And then everyone else in this little playoff race that they’d found themselves in won. And the Penguins no longer controlled their own fate.
I actually won’t talk about the games that ended it for us — go read High Seas, Kyle does a great job. Just… this is why no one should ever put their faith in Philly.
For now, I’ll just banish my soul back to Florida. Who needs Pittsburgh sports, anyway? Let’s go Panthers!
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