Honestly, there's 4 fucking games left. One against a team that is below them and has a chance to take their playoff seed. All I want is the playoffs. Seriously. Especially in the Eastern Conference, because who the hell knows?
I don't like the last 10 regular season games feeling like the playoffs, but here we are. I'd rather be dying over overtime in a Game 2 than worrying so much about St Louis coming back from a 5-2 deficit in a regular season game, but here we are. There is too much talent in the important parts of this team to watch them miss the playoffs two years in a row, so here I am, yelling at the TV for games that really matter to nobody outside of us and the players on the ice.
It shouldn't matter that much, but it does. At least to me. And the next 8 days of hockey are pretty fucking important to me. I don't know whether that should make me be happy or sad.