The Tatie asked me recently if I had playoff fever…and at the time, I wasn’t sure. There is no doubt now: I have it, and I have it bad.
I take back what I said earlier about burnout and suggesting that I might look forward to a summer break from hockey.
I was wrong, I was selfish. I admit it, and I take it back. I don’t want this season to end until the Predators hoist Lord Stanley’s Cup in triumph.
No more personal pity parties. No more stupid, silly nonsense, no more burnout, no more hesitation. Let’s do this, and let’s do it right.
Let’s go, Predators!