Blackhawks Triple Overtime Game Results in 17 Breakups

Blackhawks Triple Overtime Game Results in 17 Breakups

CHICAGO - Throughout the Chicagoland area, marriages hit a boiling point late Wednesday.

Reportedly, 17 relationships were threatened by the triple overtime epic between the Chicago Blackhawks and Boston Bruins.

"I asked him to come upstairs.  I said I had everything laid out nicely, cough, cough, if he came up after the second overtime," said a beleaguered Denise Brown of St. Charles.  "He says, 'sure, I'll be there in one second.'  Next thing I know, it's five more minutes into the third.  So then, I'm like, 'Honey, I've got nothing but this Brandon Bollig jersey on!'  His reply?  'How did you get a Brandon Bollig jersey?'  That's when I jumped in the Jeep and went to my parents.  I'm sick of this crap."

Other partners made deals with each other...deals that weren't followed through.

"I don't care how long he watches the game," said Ann Davis of McHenry.  "I just told him that whenever you're finished, just take out the garbage, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and put your clothes in the hamper.  I thought these overtimes were like, 5 f'n minutes.  Five.  Five minutes.  But, nooooooooooo...now since it's the playoffs we gotta play until somebody dies OR scores OR both.  Whatever.  So, I walk down after he's screaming after the overtime goal...he's got garbage on the floor, has seven plates on the table with various mustards, and he's thrown his clothes across the room in celebration.  I just walked out.  I'm going to a Holiday Inn.  And when I get back I'm putting all of my clothes on his television."

Some were disturbed by comments during the game.

"We have two small children," said Gwenyth Gailor of Zion.  "In the middle of the second of overtime, I hear 'What the f*&^ Seabrook?!?!'  Both our kids wake up; bawling.  Jimmy bolts in the room.  'Mommy!  I'm scared!  What was that?  A monster?  Lightning?'  I said, 'oh, don't worry, it's just daddy yelling again.'  Shortly after, he yells 'What the f*&^ Oduya?!'  Jimmy asked again...I told him it was lightning and sent him back to bed.  30 minutes later I grabbed the kids and left.  That drunk Canadian who said they have to keep playing until somebody scores was probably a single guy with no kids.  I hate him.  Whoever he is.  Or she.  I hate her, too.  I hate to say it, but 'Go Bruins'.

Other reports are still filing in at this hour.

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