Hurling a Shutout

I'm a sports fan and I’m a hockey fanatic although I’ve never painted my face in team colors, I’ve never asked for an autograph and I’ve never camped out for tickets. I did however, wave a rubber chicken and yell eating disorder epithets at goalie Tony Esposito.
For the 1974 quarter finals between the L.A. Kings and the Chicago Black Hawks I ended up with Great Western Forum seats right behind the visiting goalie just above glass level. I actually took a baseball glove as well as the rubber chicken to this game to catch any Dennis Hull or Tommy Williams left wing slap shots heading our way. The Kings who finished their season with an 11-1 drubbing of the Canucks scored only 1 goal in each of their first 2 losses in Chicago (with Esposito playing incredibly frustratingly well in both games.)
As you may remember, this Espo was notorious for vomiting before each game he started. I had always emphatized with Tony, for I had used this zen-like technique in college before many final exams. During the game my fanatical darkside however, took that emphathy and threw it at Espo with venomous jeering, encouraging him to toss his cookies, blow some chunks, puke or to just plain throw up, all the while shaking the rubber chicken trying the distract him during faceoffs. To my dismay, Espo and the Hawks shut out the Kings 1-0 on a Dennis Hull slapshot (which neither I nor Rogie Vachon could catch). My fanatical invectives were totally ineffective and I felt dirty and used for two days. Leading the series 3 - 0  the  Hawks decided to start Mike Veisor in goal for game 4 in L.A. (there were whispers of the helpful revenue one more home playoff game could generate for Chicago). The Kings with a Tommy Williams hat trick beat the Hawks 5-1 to avoid the sweep. The newly revived Kings and the entrepreneurial Hawks flew back to a sold out Chicago Stadium where Espo hurled another 1-0 shutout.