In hindsight, maybe I should have loaded up on Pens instead of Ducks.

In the pool, the top four guys are separated by a single point. Good for them. When you're getting blown out in a pool, you can just ignore the whole damn thing. I don't have that luxury. This, my friends, is the definition of hell.

For the rest of the story, visit http://www.torontomike.com/2008hockeypool.html.