I recall watching the first period of Game 1 vs. Detroit and then having to rush off to write an evening exam in the Red Gym at U of C. Hard to concentrate, as you might imagine. But then about an hour in, a magnificent din of car horns could be heard sounding from the parking lot.
I think that game was one when things really started picking up around town. I, and I think a lot of people, were just hoping against hope that we wouldn't get swept by Vancouver in the first round. We took it to game seven? A nice bonus. We beat them in OT? Pinch me. Round 2? Total gravy. But we beat Detroit in Detroit? OK, something's happening here...
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