Texts from Rock Bottom

I recieved some pretty amusing texts during last night's abysmal Game 7 for the Capitals.

They started at the end of the first period. My dad has a habit of changing his hockey jersey in an attempt to sway the results.

Dad: Jersey and scotch brand change.

Gina: Meredith and I applaud this.

---Second Period---

Dad: Chantilly sweatshirt?

Gina: Nationals jacket?

Dad: I thought about it.

Dad: I am now nude.


---Third Period---

Gina: At the Glory Days, we have literally all switched to cheering for the kids playing with the stuffed animal claw game.

Stephanie: Blood pressure through the roof right now. I worry about dad's health.

Stephanie: (sends a picture text) Our father:


(wearing an Ovechkin jersey, an Ovechkin and Backstrom jersey on his head, and--why not?--a Nationals coat for good luck)

Gina (to Sidney): Your goalie has sold his soul to the devil.

Sidney: He went down to the crossroads, fell down on his knees; asked the lord for mercy, "save the puck if you please."

Stephanie: NOOOO!

---Drive Home---

Stephanie: First ever instance of a dad f-word.

Dad: Go Mystics.

Gina: Viva la D.C. United.

Chris: I am sorry sweetie. Can you root for the Pens with me now? :)