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Patrick Kane and Me

June 9th 2010: Game 6, Stanley Cup Finals

Today was the day; if the guys were destined to finally accomplish the “One Goal” it would be today. I had just come out of the shower about 3 hours till game time humming “Lost in You” by Three Days Grace, my favorite song.

I pulled out my suitcase and looked for one of my 4 jerseys. 3 were there, but were they the one that I wanted? Nope, of course not, that would make it just too simple. My new mission: Walk across the hall and retrieve my missing Jersey from a Mr. Patrick Kane. I slipped on a pair of paint splatter boxers and a t-shirt and walked over.

I knocked on the door, but the person on the other side wasn’t Pat, it was Jonathan Toews. But he’s Canadian so it’s not Toes, but Taves. Hey, don’t be mean, not everyone can have straight forward names like Kane.

“Hey Jon, do you mind if I come in? I’m looking for a jersey.”

“Yeah sure, Kaner was just getting his ass kicked in a game with his own face on the cover so he’ll probably give up and help you look.”

“It was a fluke goal Miller would’ve stopped that in real life!” I heard Pat say defending himself, his virtual self, and his virtual team.

I laughed at his boyish stupidity, “Pat, do you know where my jersey is?” Jon went back to playing the game and their eyes never left the screen, “Which one, the black, red, or white one?”

“No, I have all three of those in my room, but do you know where my new alternate jersey is?” He paused and thought for a sec, “Um try the bottom drawer that’s the only place where I think it would be.”

I went over and opened the drawer and my jersey was there yes, but so were my panties, a couple of my shirts for when we go out, and my favorite red dress. “Patrick Timothy Kane what the hell is this?”

“Well it’s the drawer for the stuff that ends up in my bag when you’re freaking out packing.”

“Whatever and how can you two be so fricken calm? I mean this is the game of your lives, if you win this you win it all!” I said trying to change the subject on why he had my underwear.
He paused the game and stood up and came over to me, “Well we, as players go and take every game one by one, and play our hardest for every shift and if we do that than winning the game comes all by itself. We try to stay calm,” He started taking off his shirt, “That’s why we take pregame naps, like right now. Come on Tazer let’s hit the hay, we have a championship to win tonight.”

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I was one of the specks of Blackhawks fans in the Wichovia Center that night, sitting right behind the Blackhawks bench with some other hawks fans. But I was the only one behind the bench that the guys really knew. I mean, I’ve been with the boys ever since my best friend came to Chicago after being drafted. Now to look at Pat right now, he’s grown as much As a hockey player, as a teammate, and as a person.

It was about 5 minutes away from the puck drop and the guys on the bench were taking in their smelling salts, and, “visualizing,” I think Soupy called it. Ya know like when the players are imaginary deeking the defense as if they were playing?

Any way after the songs were sung and the scoreboard videos have been played the puck dropped with Jonathan Toews winning a faceoff against Danny Briere. The game continued until Dustin Byfuglien scored with Kane getting an assist! In my little section I stood up and cheered for the guys. That’s when the flood gates were opened.

At the end of the first Scotty Hartnell scored with about 27 seconds left in the period. Then about 12 minutes into the 2nd Danny Briere decided he wanted to add to that to make it a one goal deficit against the Hawks. But about a minute later Patrick Sharp brought the Hawks hopes back up which was added to later by Andrew Ladd with 3 minutes left in the 2nd.

The game stayed 3-2 for basically the entire 3rd period. There were chances for the Flyers to tie it up early but didn’t capitalize on it. But with 3:59 left on the clock Scotty Hartnell scored the tying goal to make it 3-3 before the period ended to go into the dreaded overtime.
During the intermission I get bored so I ended up texting Pat a quick text cause I knew he would have his phone in his stall.

“Go be a hero :)” I sent him to give him a little bit more inspiration.

My phone vibrated a minute later, “I’ll try…” He sent back.

“Come on your Patrick fucking Kane! This is a cake walk for you!”

“HEY God Damn it! You watch your Fucking language! ;)” I rolled my eyes at the text and put my phone back in my purse. Soon enough the guys were back on the ice being booed by every orange person in the place. But I clapped for them… Maybe no one really heard me because I am one out of 20,000 people but who cares.

I was freaking out the entire time, no joke. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, and I basically felt like I was going to faint. But luckily I didn’t, soon there was about 15 minutes left in overtime Patrick was given the puck by Brian Campbell and he deeked around Kimmo Timonen on the left wing boards. He did what Eddie Olczyk always says, “Get pucks to the net.” That was exactly what he did. It was from a bad angle but he shot the puck and it went five hole on Michael Leighton.

I stood up and started cheering while the rest of the audience was merely quiet. But while he’s celebrating back over by Niemi, there are no signals, no goal lights, no puck. Yeah that’s right they didn’t know where the puck was either.

“Oh no,” I said to myself sitting back down in my seat, “What if they wave it off? Man that would really suck, Pat would look like a complete idi--,”

“Excuse me?” A man said sitting next to me a little confused about why I was talking to myself.

“Um, oh uh nothing just talking to myself, to uh, um calm the nerves…” I trailed off as he seemed to lose interest after the second “uh”.

I watched as Pat just kept celebrating on the ice. “What the Hell is going on here?” I said to myself again, this time quiet enough that the douche next to me wouldn’t hear.

Then everyone started celebrating once the Ref came back from the box with the official time keeper and phone in it. “Holy Shit, we just won the Stanley Cup!” I quick grabbed my pass and sprinted down to the ice. Where I would hang out until the press and the media can go interview the players after the win. But I couldn’t wait that long! I would end up regretting if I didn’t see Pat hold up the cup live instead of on TV like the rest of the media would.

I stayed and watched as the red carpet came and the sea of orange slowly moped out of the arena, which gave me the chance to get even better view of the ice. I went about 5 rows up where no one else was even close to me. Once Jon got the Conn Smythe trophy he handed it off right away, because let’s face it Lord Stanley’s cup is SO much cooler!

Then there it was, the remaining fans were booing Captain Serious when he was called over. “YEAH BABY!” He yelled holding up the trophy of all trophies that he’s received in his hockey life which includes the newly added Conn Smythe. Then he gave it to Marian Hossa who didn’t have a Stanley cup in the 2 consecutive times he’s been in the finals. It leads through the crowd of white jerseys and once it got to the overly energetic Patrick Kane, there were no words to describe it.

His face was plastered onto the jumbotron I started to tear up a little bit. But once he let go of it and handed it off to someone else he skated over to the glass in front of where I was standing. He waved towards me, and everyone that was remaining looked up towards me with a questioning look on their faces.

I smiled nodded my head and grabbed my purse and made my way down to the entrance where people were finally being let onto the ice. I showed the guard my pass and Pat was there to greet me, along with Erica, Jessica, and Patrick Sr.. I said my hellos and found Pat again and he lifted me off the ice, “Can you believe this is happening?” He said with a huge smile across his lips. “Well actually that shouldn’t have been a goal to begin with, I mean Leighton should’ve had that one it was a soft goal.” I said sounding completely serious. His face lost the smile a little bit. “Pat, I’m just kidding!” Now he was the serious one, “You better be!” The smile came back and skated away towards Byfuglien and grabbed the Hawks flag from him, and skate the perimeter of the ice.

I just stood there and laughed at him. He and his teammates deserved this going through all the blogs that people wrote about them in the earlier years. How that one guy from Detroit said that the National anthem was “Unpatriotic” for them to be going crazy. Wow, I mean seriously do you really hate Chicago that much to post some gay story like that?

Anyway, that night no one slept. I was able to go on the plane with them on the ride home and it was crazy. There was bottles, and bottles of champagne all around the plane. I knew I would need sleep but I didn’t, I couldn’t,

It was too amazing.

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