So I couldn’t catch the end of last night’s game live because I had to get out to one of those sad men’s league games that begins and ends in the inhumane wee hours, and I asked Steve if he could handle or finish our game recap.
He said sure, but he’d be at the game so it would be late. For the first two hours of the game, I thought: What a bummer of a game to celebrate a special occasion!
Then the Islanders woke up — and not just in a “hey we tried” kind of way like the late, futile push in Detroit.