The Red Wings take Game 4!
I’ll admit, I didn’t follow tonight’s game as closely as the previous three. I have a headache and every time my husband screamed at the TV (and if you watched the game, you know that was often), it felt as if someone was driving a sledgehammer into my temple. Yeah, he was wound tight. I wasn’t about to tell him to be quiet — it’s the Stanley Cup finals, for chrissakes! — and I wanted to see the game on the big screen, so I sat here with my laptop and gritted my teeth behind smiling lips at each yell.
But it was an action-filled game, maybe the first of the series where both teams seemed to be playing to the best of their abilities. The refs eased off in the third period and the pace was incredible. I was sure my husband was going to have a coronary near the sixteen minute mark.
He survived and the Red Wings lead the series 3-1. One more victory and the Cup comes back to Detroit!
