Kings!

 

Being enormously supportive of Sam and Max both of whom adore the Kings, LA's hockey team (especially, for Max, Jonathon Quick, the goalie), Toby and I tuned in to the second Stanley cup game--the great finals of hockey-land. 

 

 

 

Alan Phenix, our neighbor and a hockey fanatic and skater himself, came over to watch it with us--supplying background info like where the Stanley Cup came from, the fact that each player on the winning team gets to keep the cup for a day (to drink beer out of?  to fill with water to baptize their kids? whatever),  and what "off-sides" means.   Toby was all for Jonathon Quick, Chaz, Alan's dog, was just happy to be on the sofa.

 

 

 

The Kings really dragged it out, in the beginning allowing a goal or two to the NY Rangers (who Alan was routing for), but they came steam-rolling back to win in overtime, although at that point Alan had gone home to watch it on his even bigger screen and Toby and I had gone to bed.  Alan said he didn't really care who won, he just wanted to watch a lot of really good hockey.  I learned a lot about hockey but haven't watched since.  Tonight is game four, the Kings are three up, and it's a four out of seven series.  Still, I have a good book I'm reading about Margaret Mead and all these overtimes are just too much for Toby and me.

But, in the spirit of things: Go Kings Go!