Last night was the first of four games with the used-to-be-my-hometown Tampa Bay Lightning coming to D.C. to play the now-my-hometown Washington Capitals. All the Caps season ticket holders who know me really enjoy giving me a ration of shit about rooting for the Lightning.
At the Thrashers game last weekend, I promised the locals that I’d root for the Caps instead of the Lightning. I did my best, cheered on the Caps, and remained reasonably quiet when the Bolts scored.
But, I found out it’s impossible for me to abandon my decades-long loyalty to the Lightning, regardless of how hard I tried… especially when Party Marty scored a tying goal in the second period right in front of us:
It was a great game for a Lightning fan. I am, however, quite pissed off that—so far—Catherine is the only one who gets to enjoy Caps’ home wins. One day… one day…