How gaffloshing happy are you about Game 5?
And be honest -- did you just Google "gaffloshing" just to see if it's a real word? No unearthly idea what I'm saying right now. I'm still on like Cloud 67 from last night. With Datsyuk's return, I've been walking around all day feeling like Charlie after he finds the last golden ticket, except I don't look like a transvestite.
We're just over two full days away. Whether they won or lost last night, Sunday to Tuesday would still feel like weeks. And at the end of this 50 hour tunnel, we'll all crawl out of our makeshift homes under our nearest freeway overpass, huddle together outside of a Radio Shack window to watch the game like the jobless vermin that we all are, beg the passing strangers for spare Slim Jim money, and hopefully watch our team hoist the Cup. Then we'll retreat back to our cardboard mansions and sleep like babies.
I've probably linked this video two dozen times on this blog. I don't care. If you watch it four times a day like I do, it can prevent cancer. Hopefully there will be a fifth one to add to that collection two days from now.
(P.S: I'm quitting life if there's a 7th Game.)