An excited outburst from the announcer drew my attention back to the television screen. “Will you look at that. They came back to tie the game,” Val said, forcing a grin. “That’s our Leafs!” She punched me in the arm. Lightly. Playfully.
I hesitated, wondering whether to probe into the flash of emotion I’d seen. Something was bothering her, I could tell. Then I shrugged. It hadbeen pretty quick, that change in expression.
Should I push it, or let it slide?
Don’t turn rocks over if you don’t want to know what’s under them,I told myself. I settled back to watch the game. 8
We coasted through the first two rounds of playoffs, destined for a final-series rematch with our arch-rivals, the Spring Chickens. With the best-of-three series tied at one game apiece, it all came down to one last game.
Maybe, the last game that our team would be together.
I tried not to think about that.