It doesn’t get much better than Game 7 in the Eastern Conference final, especially for a city that hasn’t seen the third round of the Stanley Cup playoffs since 1927. I’d been to about half a dozen Senators games prior to last night, but nothing could prepare me for the Corel Centre at playoff time. Well, I’m getting ahead of myself here, so I’ll back up a few days.
Watching Games 5 and 6 was some of the most emotionally-draining hours I’ve had in years. It takes me back to the 25413 overtime games Montréal had to play to win the Cup in 1993 (but I was younger then; my heart could take it, and kids never really think their team is going to lose anyway). With the headline, “Looking for a miracle,” flying through my head, I watched the Senators stay alive on Monday night, and Bob Cole couldn’t have said it any better: “If you’re a hockey fan, you gotta be having the shivers right now. This guy’s just a kid, folks.” Spezza scored a beautiful goal and assisted on the game winner.
Then it was off to New Jersey. I’ll be honest: I didn’t watch Games 3 or 4, and I was intimidated by look of their ice on Wednesday night; it just looked bigger, international even. And then there was the Devils' record! How could we compete with that?
After hitting the goal post and the crossbar in the third period, Alfredsson’s post in overtime almost killed me. I mean, it was hard enough watching that second period, after what Grapes called a “no contest” first period, but now Lady Luck had abandoned them too? When Phillips put it in the net, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Brodeur and I had the same thought, looking to the referee, expecting (hoping, in Brodeur’s case, I'm sure) that it wouldn’t count. And how about the look on the guys’ faces; that’s what the game’s all about, a big pile of ecstatic guys, alive for another day. They did us proud that night; no one can take that away from them.
So it was back to Ottawa for Game 7 last night. My wife surprised the hell out of me by getting us tickets (before Game 6, making that victory all the more exciting), so I could barely sit still yesterday. I picked at my supper in the pub, and the shuttle ride out to the Corel Centre was filled with much thigh pounding, spontaneous laughter and fist pumping. My wife loved it, of course. She knew I'd be happy to be going, but this enthusiasm was a pleasant surprise.
“Is this better than the Tool shows?” she asked.
“Better than the Ottawa show by far, but the Toronto show was my first one, so no, it was a bit better than this.”
Then we were driving past the Kanata sign, and there were a bunch of kids hanging out, waving Senators flags. What a moment! That’s what hockey’s all about: Dreams.
The Corel Centre was an island in a sea of people. There were tents out front, jugglers, television crews, police in fancy mobile homes, tens of thousands of people in Senators garb, and us. When we came out on the 300 level, I had to stop; I'd never seen the place packed (and packed it was; 18500 in attendance, I found out later). We went up to our seats and got our towels – I’d forgotten about the towels, so that put an even bigger grin on my face.
I was so mesmerized by the view that I didn’t even notice my wife spitting on my face. Some coworkers that we met there had coloured pencils (like you’d see at Halloween), and apparently they work better on wet skin. In no time, our faces were screaming, “Go Sens go!” along with our throats.
The anthems were incredible. I get goose bumps just listening to them at home. Here, in the middle of it all, I was singing my lungs out, and waving my towel around ‘til my shoulder ached. That, combined with Arvedson’s goal in the first few minutes, did my voice in. When Magnus scored, I yelled and yelled. I barely paused for breath. My wife said I looked like a baby being born. Well, what can I say? I was excited. A few minutes later, I was trying to tell the woman sitting next to me that it was Spezza who just got hit with a high stick, but only wheezing honks came out.
Unfortunately, the rest of the period and much of the next saw the Senators sitting back. I wasn’t really sure they wanted it. But before the second period was out, they started coming on again, and they tied it up early in the third. I don’t need to tell you how it ended, but as the last regulation minutes in the series were ticking away, you knew it had to end like that for one of these two teams; they were so evenly matched.
I really had a great time. I mean, I missed a lot of face-offs, and it was hard to take in all the play when the cameraman’s eye wasn’t directing me, but sitting at home couldn't hold a candle to the throbbing cheers and tens of thousands of whirling towels when the Senators scored.
They played a great game, and they had a great run at the Cup. As one of the ushers said to me as we were leaving, “[I'll] save it for next year.”
John L. Jarvis is a writer working out of Ottawa. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.