Write four lines of prose about: tension.
Coming into this morning's game, Team USA had scored a whole lot of goals so far this Olympics. Team Canada, on the other hand, outside of a 6-0 thumping of Team Austria, had not. But they'd given up even less, which is how they'd won all their games so far.
The trend continued today, as Canada won 1-0 and are off to the gold medal game to meet Team Sweden on Sunday.
Here on the west coast, that game begins at four in the frickin' morning.
Unless Max has an especially terrible sleep Saturday night, I won't be catching the start of that one. Maybe I'll be awake for the end of it though.
With such a narrow margin of error, every moment is heavy with import, weighed down by portent. All eyes in the room study each movement; every decision is second guessed by those blessedly free of responsibility for their outcomes.
I must forget about all that, all of them.
I have a job to do.