Howie Rose

Just don't draw this out.

We know the Devils are going to just get it over with, all right?

Just get it done.

Well, they go through the first overtime, and now stupid me, I'm getting optimistic again.

All right, you know, one turnover, one play, one break.

And then Matos scores the goal and I go berserk.

And yes, you know, in the moment, I realized the enormity of that moment.

I don't know what the hell I was saying, to be honest with you, because I'd been trying to subjugate those emotions as best I could while the game was going on, but all hell broke loose, you know, verbally and in the stands when Steph scored the goal.

And so now Sal takes over and he's starting to run everything back and look at the replay and blah, blah, blah.

And in the middle of nothing, in the middle of him talking, he just looks at me and says, there's your jinx for you, Rose.

And I'm thinking, well, I know what that means, but nobody listening does.

But it was just, it was one of those moments where you're having an out-of-body experience.

When's the last time you've heard that call?

I couldn't point it back to the day, but every week or two somehow it pops up somewhere on social media where I'm linked to, and I suspect it might pop up once or twice today somewhere.

It's going to pop up right now.

There you go.

He plays it cross-eyed into the far corner.

Matto swoops into intercept.

Matto behind the net.

There's a little story behind that, naturally.