MGC - (Marisa Cuffaro)Member since March 9, 2011
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As I watched the game last night on one couch and my brother on the other, both of us revved up and so into the game, I never thought I'd have the feeling I have in the pit of my stomach this morning. I was proud of the Canadiens, telling my brother it was a pride thing for the Habs and that at 4-0 they wouldn't let up in the 3rd period to prove to everyone and themselves that they have what it takes to beat the Bruins and that it didn't take muscle to win a hockey game.
As we both watched Max Pacioretty's neck and head smash into that seperation, whatever it's called, we sat in complete shock. We both looked at each other and thought the worst, my thought was that he was dead. He looked lifeless, and it seemed as though his neck had snapped. Watching replay after replay and each time covering my eyes because of the horror I was witnessing, all I could think of was, My gosh, he's my age. What about his mother and father who are at home (which I found out this morning were actually at the Bell Center and had to witness it live) fearing for their child's life. What about his teammates, the coaching staff and trainers, who just saw this kid, their friend fall to the ice like that. All the fans in the Bell Center (kids! with their parents) watching a hero of theirs lay practically lifeless on the ice....FOR WHAT!
Then, as I kept processing everything, I kept telling myself I was too emotionally invested. I love the Habs, they're my team, like many of us who root for them, watch them and talk about them. We feel connected to the players somehow and last night on a human level, forget the sport level, we feared for a boy's life. He's 22 years old. A kid. Playing hockey. A GAME! The fact that I'm a girl and we tend to get overly emotional sometimes doesn't help, but in this situation, I felt sad. I felt sad that the sport I love to watch (because I watch a lot of hockey, not just the Habs) has just gotten pathetic. It's sad that something as trivial as a hockey game could put someone's life in danger. It's sad that we even had to ask ourselves if it was intentional because of the "history" between these 2 players. It's sad that when losing a game they didn't even remotely have a chance of winning because they were being outplayed for almost 2 periods (just shy of 15 seconds) that Chara resorted to dealing with his frustrations in that way. It's sad that the game I love so much has become a higlight reel not of great goals and plays but one of cheap shots and hits to the head. It's sad that it took a severe injury to a Habs player to maybe make an impact (we'll see today) on the way head shots are dealt with in the league, because face it, the magnitude of the hit was greater because of the fact that so many people watch the Habs and the media will be on this for awhile and good for them if they are.
This morning, I'm sad, not only because the team I love so much lost a great player, but because the game I love so much continues to lose its integrity.
Feel better Max!