Depressing
Goddamnsonofabitchshit! Finland lost to Sweden in the Olympic hockey finals. Usually I wouldn’t be all that upset about it because the past couple of years, in the world championships, Finland hasn’t played all that well to be honest. You could tell from the first few games that we wouldn’t make it to the finals, let alone win the whole thing.
This time though, Finland played an outstanding tournament. We had a good, reliable goalie, the defence seemed to work, the offence scored regularly, power play was working, box play was working and we even had a bit of luck on our side. When Finland managed to shut out Russia even when playing 3-5 I think everyone felt that this might be the year. The tiny ray of hope you have every year now turned into ”hey, we might be able to pull this off”. And then there was Sweden...
Nothing seemed to work. Finland’s game fell apart right from the start. Finland scored the first goal and there was a faint hope that maybe we could do what we did against the Russians, play safe and persistently, keep our heads cool and win it. Then came the equalizer, and the 2-1 to Sweden. Finland managed to tie the game but ten seconds into the third period when Sweden scored again you knew it would have to take a miracle and those never really seem to happen for Finland. Not in ice hockey anyway.
But I kept on watching the game right until the end, sitting there, hoping for that miracle. They say the last thing you lose is hope, and so we were hoping, the ten thousand people that had gathered on the square in Helsinki, the people in pubs around the country and those at home. As I was sitting there it struck me; this was just like clubbing.
It’s right at the end. It’s 03:10 AM. You know that within a couple of minutes the slow songs will start playing. You may have had a few opportunities during the night but nothing to show for it. You realise that you only have a few minutes left to make it happen. Subconsciously you know that the game is lost, that you will go home alone yet again, but you still stay, because you have a tiny bit of hope left. You hope that by some miracle you will succeed at the very last moment and score right at the buzzer. But just like the Finnish ice hockey team you never do.
However, after a night out you go for some junk food with your buddies, talk about women, what went wrong and “the next time”, after which you go home, whack off and all seems right with the world again. You go to sleep relatively happy with yourself.
Right now, Finland needs a good old collective jerk off and maybe everything will be okay again.
This time though, Finland played an outstanding tournament. We had a good, reliable goalie, the defence seemed to work, the offence scored regularly, power play was working, box play was working and we even had a bit of luck on our side. When Finland managed to shut out Russia even when playing 3-5 I think everyone felt that this might be the year. The tiny ray of hope you have every year now turned into ”hey, we might be able to pull this off”. And then there was Sweden...
Nothing seemed to work. Finland’s game fell apart right from the start. Finland scored the first goal and there was a faint hope that maybe we could do what we did against the Russians, play safe and persistently, keep our heads cool and win it. Then came the equalizer, and the 2-1 to Sweden. Finland managed to tie the game but ten seconds into the third period when Sweden scored again you knew it would have to take a miracle and those never really seem to happen for Finland. Not in ice hockey anyway.
But I kept on watching the game right until the end, sitting there, hoping for that miracle. They say the last thing you lose is hope, and so we were hoping, the ten thousand people that had gathered on the square in Helsinki, the people in pubs around the country and those at home. As I was sitting there it struck me; this was just like clubbing.
It’s right at the end. It’s 03:10 AM. You know that within a couple of minutes the slow songs will start playing. You may have had a few opportunities during the night but nothing to show for it. You realise that you only have a few minutes left to make it happen. Subconsciously you know that the game is lost, that you will go home alone yet again, but you still stay, because you have a tiny bit of hope left. You hope that by some miracle you will succeed at the very last moment and score right at the buzzer. But just like the Finnish ice hockey team you never do.
However, after a night out you go for some junk food with your buddies, talk about women, what went wrong and “the next time”, after which you go home, whack off and all seems right with the world again. You go to sleep relatively happy with yourself.
Right now, Finland needs a good old collective jerk off and maybe everything will be okay again.
posted by Jonas @ 1:50 AM
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