I was born and raised in Pittsburgh. I have many fond memories of my dad taking me to Penguins games and getting to see Mario Lemieux and Jaromir Jagr play. But I moved to an area that is inhabited by Flyers fans, Capitals fans, and just general Crosby haters. No, not Hell, but Hershey, Pennsylvania. After the jump Ill tell you about watching the playoffs behind enemy lines
Hershey is in the middle of Pennsylvania hence the ammount of Flyers fans and it also has the minor league affiliate of the Washington Capitals, the Hershey Bears. Apart from Philly or D.C, this is probably the worst place to be a die-hard Penguins fan. When the playoffs started, I found out that my 2 closest friends were Caps fans and my other closest friend was a Flyers fan. The only Pens fan i knew was my dad. During the first 2 games of the Caps series, I caught so much crap and lost count of the number of times I heard that the Penguins suck. There were many hockey arguments that went nowhere on my facebook page, too. When the Penguins beat the Caps, however, I wore my Crosby jersey and rubbed it in their faces. Of course, everybody told me the Penguins would lose to the Canes. When that didn't happen, they all conveniently became Red Wings fans and once again told me the Penguins would lose. After watching the Penguins struggle through the first two games against the Wings, I was panicking. I remember laying in my bed thinking about the crap I would receive if the Pens lost. I could barely watch the next two games. After game 5, I remember shaking my head and thinking that there was no hope and no way the pens could win, of course thats what all my friends told me. I was barely able to watch game 6. After Staal's SH goal I remember celebrating for a long time. The day of game 7 seemed surreal. I couldn't think of anything but the upcoming game and the negative comments by my friends the entire day. When Max Talbot scored both of those goals, I was thinking the Penguins could actually pull it out and win. But when the Wings scored, I became extremely nervous and when that shot rang off the crossbar, I broke into a cold sweat. When Fleury made that incredible save at the end of the game, I was in disbelief. They actually won it. Watching Sid carry the cup made being a Penguins fan being a Penguins fan behind enemy lines all the more worth it.