That is me with some of my Wings Shrine along with a Poem I wrote for my team.
I have no voice today from screaming so much. I actually almost threw up as well over the stress of my team almost not clinching. You see we needed Boston to loose for us to advance. I was having a freaking meltdown when we lost in OT yesterday. I almost passed out and my models were laughing. (we just finished shooting so some watched the game with me).
So now its time to whip out my big guns... dust off the shrine and smudge it before playoffs start. This year I could not wear a single one of my jersey's without us loosing. So yeah you can blame my bad jersey karma for a wack of wings losses.
Above was my lucky charms I seriously take to every game watch night. I shit you not. I roll out in Calgary decked out with flags as well (we can't forget the Hazzard Flag Dance after every goal could we?).
The year we lost the cup to the pens I had my hand broken by a flames fan in a bar. This prick decided to slam the door on my hand, shattering my fingers and ripping my nails off. I got that door open and screamed at him. I asked him what kind of mother raised such a trailer park man to slam a door on a girl?
He turned around started yelling at me because of my hockey choice. Then he looked down to me holding my hand and blood spraying all over the white marble flooring. He ran over and apologized saying he was a jerk for doing that. I looked him straight in the eyes and said karma will give you what you deserve. Who hurts a girl?
I ended up having to get one of my nails drilled to relieve pressure at the hospital. My one finger exploded into tiny shards but they were apparently close enough together I did not need surgery.
Now we wait for the day I experience arthritis. I have broken every finger/thumbs on both hands except my index fingers.
The Flames clinched as well. I actually cried at the end of the game last night. Watching everyone in the stands coming together with such proud love really humbled me.
xxxooo
Hazzard
