So ends the 2013 season. One lockout. Zero Winter Classics, 24/7 episodes, All-Star Games or NHL Awards ceremonies. One Stanley Cup.
I’m sure Chuck will do a post about the Bruins when she’s ready. For now we send her and our other Bruins fan friends love. We’ve all had teams lose before, but not everyone’s team has lost in the Cup Final. Mine has. It’s worse than anything. So even if you hate the Bruins, hug a Bruins fan today.
Since hockey stops for no one, here are a few of my thoughts on last night’s game. I promise to be gentle.
I’m so happy for them. If you’re around here a lot you know I like the Hawks quite a bit – they’re my Western Conference team and rank #3 among my hockey favorites.
That said, holy shit do I wish last night had been the Penguins. Or the Capitals. In that order. You can bet your socks I would have run screaming through my neighborhood, onto the highway and not stopped until I reached whatever city my team was hoisting the Cup in. Watching another team win is like watching someone else get in your boyfriend’s car and drive off. Even if you like the girl. That’s YOUR prize.
Speaking of prizes… almost!
So while I enjoyed last night’s win – and predictably burst into tears at the final buzzer – it wasn’t quite everything it could have been for me.
Plenty of everything for these folks.
For our Hawks fan friends – congratulations. You, Chuck and I all know what that feels like from recent years. Enjoy it.
Chuck will surely say something eloquent and heartfelt about her team and how proud she is. Let me, who does not like the Bruins at all (not even a little), say this: Well done. I wouldn’t hate you if you weren’t worth hating, and for that you must be good and strong and fast and so fucking frustrating. You deserved to be in the Final and you earned my renewed hatred with some incredible hockey.
Patrice Bergeron – You, sir, can stay. You can be Chuck’s boyfriend anytime. Playing Game 6 with a broken rib, torn cartilage and a separated shoulder, no tape or stitches – that’s holding it together with your heart. I am not sitting with Marchand at the wedding, though. Put me between Seguin and the bar.
You guys know I get the Crosby-level prideweep over Jonathan Toews. Back in April 2012, I wrote:
If I were ever on a sinking ship, I’d want to look across the deck and see Jonathan Toews in charge of the lifeboats because you know everyone is getting to safety in a single file line holding their toothbrush and enough money to call home. [link]
Still true. Toews has the heart of a lion and apparently… a sense of humor. No! Stop! Okay, dance.
Puck Daddy: Toews does the Moonwalk
If you were writing this for a sports movie, Andrew Shaw would take a puck to the face and bleed through the whole game. A rivulet of blood would trickle down his cheek as he lifted the Cup. I hope your movie was Rated R for how many f-bombs Shawzer dropped on national TV.
Last but not least, Kaner with the Conn Smythe. Do you agree? What about Crawford? I could (and did) argue both ways. Who cares, since they got the Cup? Patrick Kane, pride of Upstate NY. We’re going to see this mullet every year in the playoffs now – it’s a powerful weapon.
In the playoffs there are heroes everywhere. Gregory Campbell. Brian Bickell. Everyone did their part. Congratulations to the Blackhawks on their win. Congratulations to the Bruins for doing what 28 other teams could not do.
Now summer is here – thank heaven for all the very attractive Cup celebration photos coming our way.
Is it October yet?Tags: andrew shaw, Boston Bruins, Chicago Blackhawks, jonathan toews, Patrice Bergeron, patrick kane, Viktor Stalberg