We're one point back!

And then Godzilla comes out all like *aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhh*

With a win over the Oilers, we are in the playoffs. At least temporarily. Took care of the Wild, the Sharks took care of the Ducks... I am getting more and more optimistic as the days go on that we will squeak in.

Yet, oddly enough, I cannot manage to finish watching a game without that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach that something will happen. I wonder why...



Oh. Yes. Our inability to maintain a solid lead. Guys, please... I'd like to not have a heart attack every time I watch you, ok?