Fernando Pisani tipped in Chris Pronger's blast 16 seconds into the first period to open the scoring. A whole hockey game later, at 3:31 of the overtime period, it was Pisani again, stealing the puck at the blue line to score on a short-handed breakway. And the 63 minutes between those two goals were like a dense layer cake of pure, supersweetened excitement. There is yet some joy in Edmontonville! The nine-lived Oilers have earned themselves another workday: Saturday, at home!
"I was in the right place at the time," Pisani said. "The puck was in my pants and the next thing I knew I was on a breakaway."
In certain ethnic enclaves around this city, an entire block might erupt in unison with ecstatic cheers at, say, a World Cup result. But I wonder if any of my neighbors in Park Slope were watching this Stanley Cup final simultaneously with me. I suspect not, and when I spontaneously jumped up, yelping and applauding Fernando's nifty wrister, I bet the other tenants of
this craphole apartment building just assumed I'd seen a rat.
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