I promise I’ll stop writing about sports, but Wednesday night’s hockey game was amazing.

I still can’t believe the game I watched.

The Boston Bruins and the Toronto Maple Leafs had the only game seven in the entire first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and it was a doozy.

There were 1 goals between both teams, and I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.

The Leafs were hoping to get revenge from the 2013 game seven, where the Bruins came back from 4-1 to win in overtime. Well, thankfully for Bruins fans, the Bruins pulled out the offensive power to steal a win.

I thought the Bruins were going to disappoint me about five minutes into the second period. I quickly lose faith in my sports team, and I have no shame. It helps ease me into the pain of losing.

The offensive power was out for both teams, but the Bruins goalie, Tuukka Rask was not up for the task of being between the pipes. Defense had to play well, and they did that in the third period.

A game-tying goal in the third period gave me my faith back. It was my favorite kind of goal. Bruins won the faceoff. Torey Krug wrangled the puck and it found its way to the back of the net. It was amazing.

This game seemed like the All-Star game they have every year, because there were goals constantly, and the goalies were fatigued. I even felt fatigued, but that’s what happen when you’re screaming and cursing at the television for three hours.

Three goals later and the Bruins won. Four games down.

I’m ready for a scrappy second round, and I think the Bruins have the potential to make it to the Finals, but only time will tell.

Plus, we have to get past either the Washington Capitals or the Pittsburgh Penguins, two teams I hate deeply.

I can promise each and every one of you that if they do win the Stanley Cup, you will hear my hooting and hollering across Suffolk. It’s impossible to love sports quietly.