I’m now, officially, a fan of the Chicago Blackhawks.
They won’t replace the Capitals as my favorite NHL team, but for the next few years at least, I’ll keep my eye on the Western Conference standings and root a little extra hard for the guys in Chicago.
They made Philadelphia and the Flyers miserable last night.
Anyone that does that is a friend of mine.
What a thrill it was to see Danny Briere dejected. Selfishly, I pretended like Jeff Carter – with tears welling up in his eyes – was Brian Propp. And to see Mike Richards there, with his head hung in shame…what a joy. The only thing better would have been if Ken Linseman would have been there next to him.
The worst franchise in sports and the worst fans in sports got the Ned-Beatty-from-Deliverance treatment on Wednesday night.
And in overtime no less, where the heartbreak always produces geyser-like blood spurting.
All that orange in the stands…all that hope…all that belief.
What a shame. bwahahahahahahahaha…
So make that six straight Stanley Cup championships the Flyers have lost.
I’m all for making it seven. Eight. Nine. And even ten.
And I hope Briere is there for all of that heartbreak.
My belief in the Hockey Gods was completely restored last night when Patrick Kane buzzed that puck in for the championship-winning goal.
All of my prayers have been answered.
Anyone but the f’ing Flyers.
Thank you Patrick Kane.
My new favorite player.