I had a dream with Valtteri Filppula as the guest star last night. I dreamed that I invited him over for my birthday party, and apparently he was a normal member of my group of friends, because everyone was just like, "Oh, hey, Val," when he got there and no one was like "OMG THERE'S A RED WING AT YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY." And then he took the slice of cake that had the most frosting roses on it, and I was mad because I wanted that one, so he started trying to make me laugh by feeding me bites of the frosting and making airplane noises while he was moving the fork towards my mouth.
Not sure what my subconscious was about with that one, but it got me to wake up smiling, so it's all good.
All day at work, people I barely know were stopping by my desk to talk about the game. (I make my obsession fairly obvious with my car flag and jerseys and t-shirts and all.) It was kind of weird and yet awesome.
I did truly love how all the hockey news articles yesterday had a "Will this be Lidstrom's last game?" theme and he responds with two goals and first star. Nick's done when Nick SAYS he's done, dammit!