Do not go gentle into that good night ...
Whew. Last night's trio of heart-stopping games made me think of the great lines from (my namesake) Dylan Thomas...
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
Some thoughts on yesterday's and today's games in a bit. In the meantime, feel free to provide some of your own and answer the poll.