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YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT – STARS 6, BLACKHAWKS 4
Game 4, Conference Finals. Grubin goes boom. And Puddy? Puddy likes it. After this, it feels like an Arby's night.
Chicago came into Dallas thinking they were gonna take a 3-1 lead. Nope. Not today. Stars took it, 6-4. Series tied 2-2. Gonna be a long one, baby.
You see this game? This was a man’s game. Brayden Grubin? Two bombs. Not one. Two. Guy's 35 years old and still hitting dingers like it’s 1999. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. You don’t get that kind of power from yoga, Jerry. That’s good ol’ Texas torque.
BOTTOM OF THE 8TH – TIED BALLGAME
Blackhawks got cocky. Shouldn’t have done that.
Here comes Grubin. Steps up, bat in hand. Charles Krueger on the mound, probably listening to Coldplay or something. And then... BOOM. Two-run shot. Crowd goes nuts. Me? I just nod. Yeah. That’s right.
AFTER THE GAME:
Grubin says, "We're happy. You’ve got to treat every game like it could be your last."
Classic playoff talk. Guy sounds like he’s in a cologne commercial. I like that.
OTHER STUFF THAT HAPPENED:
Foligno hit a homer for Chicago. Cool name. Guy sounds like a pasta.
A. Jabiri? Still good. Still dangerous. Should probably be in a Marvel movie.
Krueger? Blew it. Again. Guy's got an ERA the size of a Buick.
M. Montez? Hit his first homer of the playoffs. Took him long enough.
Dallas bullpen? Shut it down. Lights out, baby. That’s the way.
FIELDING? No errors. Clean game. Like a freshly waxed car.
Wind blowing out to right at 12 mph. That’s home run weather. Puddy knows.
Attendance? 41,997. That’s a lotta foam fingers.
FINAL THOUGHT:
You win Game 4, you get the momentum. You get the momentum, you get the swagger.
And when you got the swagger…
You paint your face.
You fire up the tunes.
You get ready for Game 5.
Let’s do this.
Puddy out.
�� High five.
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