Gonz posted:

I know how Jerry West felt.

I attended Game 4 of the 1997 Stanley Cup Finals, when the Red Wings were going for their first ring since 1955. I couldn’t even sit in my chair during intermissions. I walked the concourse up and down with a sick nervousness in my stomach. They won that game 2-1 and the whole fuckin’ place erupted. I’ve never seen such jubilation up to that point in my life. But until the game was over, I felt like I wanted to puke. I think it was exacerbated because I was there, as opposed to watching it on TV.