I know Chuck is having a moment with the Bruins right now, and I’m thrilled for her.  Because two years ago today, there was this:

It was a Friday.  I sent my office home early, gingerly arranged the bunny ears on the conference room TV and proceeded to spend three hours alone and freaking out.  At one point I was laying on the conference table kicking my feet like a five year old in a tantrum.  Everyone on the floors above and below must have been wondering, who the crap is Max Talbot?

I started crying long before it was over, but when it ended I was glad to be alone because not everybody gets it.  But you guys do.  So I hope that some year, your team wins.  Well no – really I hope the Pens win every year.  But if not my team then I hope it’s yours.