Game 6 - Chicago @ LA live from Ste Anne's MB: Campfire Edition

Rebecca reporting live from JenFest 2014. Watching the game with Reuben and Vanessa outside.

Doughty just scored 2 minutes ago to tie up the game 2-2. And less than 2 minutes later Martinez scores to bring it up to 3-2 LA.

Reuben declares the game over, upset, and walks away.

I am cheering for LA. My hair is down.

The rest of the crew are sitting fireside which would be the smarter option because the skeeters are horrible tonight. And they are LOVING this computer screen right now.

We ate some great meat and salads. Jen Funk is already tipsy. We've sent selfies to non-strangers. It's all okay.

10pm. The sunset was incredible tonight. Sandhill cranes whooping in the background. Shots of bourbon. Everyone is happy.

My digs for the weekend: Vanogan.

Eric and Lois walk by. Eric just cut his hair for the first time in 10 years (he looks fantastic). Lois just had to let Sue's baby go. Grandma's love babies: fact.

Smoko ate a whole chicken breast "that must have fallen off the table", according to J Funk.

"This portapotty is just like the one at work except now I have to share with other people", Vanessa. But Oduya just assists the goal to Duncan Keith and we have a tie game once again.

"They ate it up and spit it out", Bob Cole. Long live Bob Cole. 7 minutes left in the 3rd. Big thanks to Reuben for BBQing all our chicken. What a mensch.

"It's dammmmmmmmmp out", Eric. "My beer's all sweaty".

I've made some poor emotional decisions lately. All in the name of love. "Soulmate of the moment". 

Shout out to Kendra and Allan in Barcelona. Hoping for a blog view from Spain tonight.

Branden Saad on fire again tonight. Patrick Kane "aka Teen Wolf" scores 4-3 with 3 minutes left to go. "I wonder if Kendra is watching this", Vanessa. Where is Reuben?!

The wind is light, 3km/hr (southeast if I had to guess). There's a crescent moon rising.

Sorry to all the Montreal fans out there but c'mon Marty St Louis is worth cheering for.

Oh Jen Funk is here! "Where are my ladies at?!" Lois and Reuben come to check out all the commotion. Smoko, too. "I don't know how she got that chicken".

Empty net! Chicago wins! We are going to GAME SEVEN! "What a match of Titans". "Well, I guess I'm rooting for the Rangers", Nesse. Good game, great hockey. "Very good sports", Eric.

"Try and finish it off", Duncan Keith. Hockey/love analogy. Easier said than done.

Now live-blogging from the campfire.

Carl, Stan, Kevin (he's new), Kyle (has the hot tub), Smoko, Lois (Baby-snatcher), Jen, Vanessa. "I'd like to retract my last statement", someone says from across the fire.

"You guys are so sexy talking about cars right now", J Funk. "We're not talking about cars, we're talking about helicopters".

"I bought a helicopter this winter that's as big as this firepit. I screwed around with it in the living room and it ripped up everything. Now it's broken and I can't make it work any good no more", Kyle.

We're promoting our blog shamelessly right now.

Darcy and Reuben are mysteriously absent. "It's DARK", J Funk. "They're making me nervous now. What are they doing". NERVOUSTIME!

We were just treated to half price fire works.  It was incredible. "Pretty good side of the highway bus fireworks". "Compared to Steinbach?" "I thought they were at least as good as gas station fireworks".

"My life is like a Hollywood tv special."

Nervoustime Darcy. He won't pass the lighter.

Happy Jen Fest everybody. Love, Nervoustime.

Montreal @ Boston on a Saturday night: "As it should be"

Pregame shot of Lucic practicing his 'angry faces'.

"Does this face make me look mean? Tell me the truth."

Rene is singing the anthem."My favourite", Vanessa.

Scrappy right from the puck drop. This series is sitting at 2-2.

Something about the most famous burrito in the history of burritos (Fraser reference?)

Brad Marchand flings a stray Canadien's helmet down the ice. Which is a classic Marchand move. "Montreal wishes they could fling Marchand's helmet down the ice...but with Marchand's head in it" - announcer. WHAT. THE. FUCK? What kind of thing is that to say?!

Vanessa declares that whoever wins this game will win the series. 

Carl Soderberg gets Boston on the score board. 1:0.

Shout out to Kendra in Serbia (from where we've coincidentally had 2 blog views this week)!

Rask has been run over. Net's off, fans booing, whistles blowing, MAYHEM. Powerplay Montreal.

Just got back from Ste Anne's where we helped J Funk plant 4 kinds of beets, 2 kinds of peas and some parsnips. Vegetables are like snowflakes. I am apparently not too shabby at hoeing. I have a sunburn. #GingerProblems

"Too hot to handle" puck-handling/love analogy.

Boston arena is playing The Darkness "I Believe in a thing called love" which just makes me love Boston even more. 2 min left in the 1st.

Montreal players are sharing their sticks now. Y'know I've really come to appreciate the camaraderie between the Canadien players. These guys really like each other and you can tell on and off the ice.

But there is very little love between these two teams tonight. Plekanec wants to fight Miller. That results in a penalty. End of the 1st.

It's a circus outside on Arlington this evening. Everyone is outside soaking up the sunshine. You'd think we'd all been cooped up for 8 months waiting for spring to arrive...oh wait. That's exactly what has happened. EVERYBODY IS SO HAPPY because of this weather. Snare Drum Steve is welllll into his 12th beverage of the night, Adrian is washing his bike, Jay is having a man-huddle with his buddies in the outdoor living room, people are BBQing all over the place, guy with guitars, reggae music is being played in 50% of the vehicles driving by. Anyway, it just goes to show that Winnipeg is at its best when we can wear shorts.

Start of a new period and the start of a new season.

Reilly Smith with the 2nd goal of the night! 2:0 Boston.

There are more penalties being handed out this game than the first 4 games of the series combined.

Plakenec just can't keep his hands to himself and he's back in the box. Puts his feet up, he's getting comfortable. And IGINLA scores! 3:0 Boston.

Announcers talking about how the Smith mom would text both Reilly (Boston) and Braden (Detroit) good luck messages before their games. Just like our mom doesn't pick sides when Vanessa and I are rooting for different teams.

The Little Ball of Hate gets a penalty (questionable). And the game has shifted. Montreal is back. Plakenec scores. 3:1 Boston.

End of the 2nd and I'm leaving the premises to buy a paper. One of my favourite parts of the week is when I ritualistically complete the weekend crosswords (starting with the easy, moving onto New York Times, finishing with soduko, ALWAYS in pen).

Back to the game, it's even more beautiful outside, my sunburn is intensifying as the temperature cools, Price looks ready for business.

Chara and his long stick. Swinging that sucker around.

GOAL! "It's that Fraser kid again!" 4:1 Boston. The crowd is going wild "We want the cup". Well doesn't everybody, really?

2 minutes left and Subban scores, ricochet off the post and hey, you never know right? (I know). 4:2 Boston. Montreal pulls Price with 1:30 left to go. Thornton squirts his water bottle from the bench at PK as he skates by, that's some nasty high-school-level shit, Thornton! "All the antics of the game".

It's sealed. Boston leads 3-2 in the series.

Love, Nervoustime