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Hey google, how do you get Joe Buck to shut the fuck up?

In 2014 I prayed and asked a huge favor from the hockey Gods after went down 3-0 to San Jose. I asked again and said I’d never ask for anything else from them before that game against the Rangers going into double overtime. Now I’m hoping that they don’t remember that I said that 4 years ago because I just asked them again.

I guess when a French Canadian tells a California goaltender that he reminded him of Rogie Vachon, that’s a good thing.

8/15/2011... at about 10pm, I "snuck" into my grandparents house. I mean not really, I have a key. 3 weeks and 6 days prior, my grandmother, the woman who raised me for the majority of my young life, had been diagnosed with cancer. On this night, I was in my own apartment, laying in bed wide awake. I couldn't sleep, for obvious reasons. So I decided to go. I walked in and she had been home for about a week now. Living on morphine, water and ice chips. But I just stood on the top step of the den and watched over her. Listened to her breathing on the oxygen machine. She seemed peaceful and relaxed. On the other side of the room laid the old man, sleeping on the couch. The only time he ever slept over night on the couch was when he was sick. I probably stood there for an hour or so just looking at the two of them. It was the hardest thing for me to ever see. A man was losing his love. He didn't want to spend one second away from her. And then I thought, "what the fuck am I gonna do without my mother?" Just questions you don't ever ask yourself until it's too late. I know she came to terms with what was to be. We said our goodbyes. But I couldn't really believe it was happening right in front of me. You know, in the beginning, it's like nah. No fucking way. She's a goddamn rockstar. She'll figure out how to beat this. She overcame all kinds off bullshit in her lifetime. This ain't shit. Well then after a few weeks, reality sets in. This is real. I'm gonna have to really figure out life without her. I mean, not that the old man couldn't do that for me, he's just got his man ways. And I picked up all of that from him. I'm as stubborn and as proud as he's ever been and I'm proud of that, if that makes any sense. But fuck man. She had a way about her, that when even if you were wrong and completely fucked up, somehow, everything was gonna be just fine and she loved you. No matter what. After an hour of just watching. The room was dark. The tv was on mute in the background. I went home and laid in bed awake until the alarm went off. I had to go to work. 8/16/2011... about a half an hour before lunch, I got a text. "Call me on your lunch break". I knew. I just said dude, what is it. I'm not waiting till lunch. "She's gone". Emptiness. You want to vomit. You want to punch a hole in something. You want to do a lot of things. Even with the preparation and knowing what's to come, it was just the worst feeling in the world. I don't quite have a point to this rambling, it's just a moment in time that can never be erased. It still hurts to this day but it's easier. She was something else.