How The Montréal Canadiens saved me.

Chapter 2

So the Canadiens have had a big impact on my life. I fell into depression a few month ago. I've always struggled to except myself for who I am. Being Canadian everywhere you go they advertise hockey, all the signs in stores. So I took my jersey out and watch the Boston vs Montréal game (I watch a lot when I was younger but still) . I knew all the players names, my eyes light up when pk scored in the 2nd overtime. It was a powerful feeling... I honestly don't know how to describe my burning passion for hating Boston. Let's just get this straight.. If pk is a colour then what are we? When we get sick we turn green. When we are warm we turn red. Are bruises turn purple... Any way I only have 1 friend who likes Boston and she understands what I mean. I needed my team to win I hated Boston so much. I like to consider pk as a friend (even though he doesn't know I exist) when the Canadiens won the series I was so happy. I went outside and yelled "LE CANADIENS WINNNN!" I felt so happy. And then we played the Rangers. I HATE CHRIS SLIDER *see what I did there :)* he discussed me. But on the positive one of my favourites was called up. Dustin Tokarski. Yes I know what you're think.. "Why do you like him" yeah he's a backup. Do I care... No😂 and no I don't like him because he's "hot" he has a lot of potential. Great player and saved my team.