My dear Joey finally beat me at NHL 07 today. I'm no longer using my own team, but I feel that it was a tight game: garbage and skill goals were evenly distributed, strong skating and stringent defense in the first, a pair of morale shattering goals in the second, a reply goal in the third only for us to trade back and forth as he tried to hold onto the lead; and then an extremely tight finish with my guys crowding the zone with shot after shot eventually even pulling a hail mary along with our goalie and doing everything but putting in that crucial tying goal. In other words: I feel he beat me fair and square... and I couldn't be prouder.
Good Game, Dude.
Despite my happiness for my skilled roomate, I can't help but feel a little wistful. This wasn't supposed to happen for another two weeks. It feels like the end of an era.
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Dear Daniel,
Thanks for the personal training in NHL 07! Even though I won, I don't think it was a legitimate win with all that garbage goals. But damn it why'd you have to get me addicted to this game!!
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