We Did It;;50;;Ella

"You mean you kissed a man that wasn't Nik who just happened to be naked."
"Bassically."
"Oh good lord."


I tell Christina as her, Stephanie, and I take our seats at the Wachovia Center in Philly. It was game six and we were hoping to take over the game so we can fly the cup home to Chicago. We were sitting in the front row behind the glass, watching Stephanie scraf down a hotdog. She catches us looking and smiles. "I'm feeding for two and eating Christinas emotions about cheating on Nik."


"Oh how thoughtful of you," Christina joked.
"So he was shirtless?" I asked Christina.
"No...ass naked...his towel fell off at one point until your boyfriend walked in on us...and thank God for that."
"Sometimes I wonder about--"
"Guys, can you get me another hot dog?"
"No, considering the game is going to start in two minutes."
"I wish I could drink beer."


The game begins. The game is quiet for the first part up until there was three minutes left. Dustin Byfgulein gets us a goal, making the score 1-0. We were winning, I was calm. Too bad that fucker Scott Hartnell ruined it with twenty-six seconds left to go and tied the game. The three of us looked at each other, it was going to be one long night.


 Intermission came about. Christina and I sat there drinking beer while Stephanie glared at us in envy. "Oh how I hate you two right now," she sneers, playing with her phone. I cling my cup to Christina's and we begin drinking as my phone goes off. It's Alfonso, so I immedietly pick it up. "Alfonso?"


"Ella are you home?"
"No, I'm in Philly."
"Can you have dad come get me from Jacks? Mom forgot about me."
"Fuck, okay let me call dad."
"Kay thank you. Love you."
"Love you too," I begin as I hang up and dial my dad's cell. "Dad?"
"Hey Ella how's Philly?"
"Don't get me started. Hey listen, Fonso called, mom forgot about him. He's at Jacks, can you pick him up."
"Oh fuck, yeah I'll go now. Have fun."
"I will. Love you dad."
"Love you too."


I hang up and the second period starts. Adam Burish goes at it with Carcillo. We get to the twelve minute mark of the period as the drama of the game continues. Daniel Briere makes a goal. A Flyers fan turns and gives us the finger, which makes Stephanie pissed. "I maybe knocked up, but I will kill you," she begins as he looks away. "Smart choice ass fuck." Two minutes go by and Patrick Sharp makes a shot into the goal, tying the game. I look at Stephanie and Christina, the game was getting intense and we were getting nervous as fuck.


Were now at two minutes, close to a minute fifhty nine. Nik gets the puck to Andrew Ladd who shoots it in. Three-Two Chicago. I'm cringing and trying to keep it together, we were getting closer to calling this game ours. The end of the thrid comes. Fourty second mark. Scott "The Fucker" Hartnell ties the game up. I'm now freaking out inside. Just when I thought we had this were back at a tie. The rest of the period is making us paranoid. We watch Annti Niemi deny a goal for Carter as the puck goes to the other end of the ice. The buzzer goes off. The three of us look at each other.


Fucken overtime.


Overtime begins. Were containing ourselves from breaking a water too early and pissing our pants. The clock reads 15:59, and we see Patrick Kane with the puck. He shoots it in and starts running around. I stand up with Christina and Stephanie, we look confused. "What the fuck did it go in?" I yell as I see Patrick going apeshit all over the ice. I scream.


We won the Stanley Cup.


Christina, Stephanie, and I run over to the ice with the rest of the girlfriends and wives. I stop as I see Johnny being interviewed. He sees me in midsentence and stops the interview to skate over to me. He sprays ice in my face. "You have a knack for doing that," I smile.


"Yeah, I know."
"You did it babe, you guys did it."
"I couldn't have made it this far this year with out Ella."
"I know babe."
"Jonathan Toews, come hoist the cup!" We hear Bettman yell.
"Go honey," I smile as he quickly kisses me.
"This is for you Ella," he says before leaving.


I watch him hoist the cup, along with Kanner, Brent, Duncan, Nik, and everyone else. A smile forms to my face. We fucken did it. We're bring the cup home.


Friday was the parade. The city of Chicago was nuts and there was a giant sea of red everywhere you turn. That Sunday the cup made a visit to Wrigley Field in time for the Cubs Whitesox game were the guys threw their jerseys for the fans. Johnny looks at me in the pressbox and smiles as he mouths, "I love you." I smile and mouth it back.


Life right now, was fucken faboulos. I was fucken enjoying it.