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“I will worship toward Your holy temple, and praise Your name for Your lovingkindness and Your truth; for You have magnified Your Word above all Your Name.” -Psalm 138:2
It was a postseason for the ages, a Cup Finals round for the ages, and a Game 7 for the ages. Both teams fought hard, but the Pens wanted it more than my Wings, and when the final buzzer sounded, the Pens held on to a hard-won 2-1 lead, and Crosby hoisted the Cup.
Congratulations to the Pens, congratulations to their fans, who hung in there through a very rough season, to fight through some very intimidating teams to get to the Cup Finals, and who finally prevailed over the mighty Red Wings. I am of course deeply disappointed that the Cup didn’t stay in Detroit, but I cannot begrudge them a very, very well-played series. Very good show, gentlemen!
What makes the Pens’ win more impressive is the adversity they had to overcome during the regular season even to get to the Finals – and then to the Cup Round. Nobody – and I mean nobody – expected them to be a serious contender for the Cup mid-season. But like true athletes, true warriors, they ignored their critics, focused on improving their game, and fought like wild men. They badly wanted a rematch with my Wings, badly wanted to earn redemption from last year’s bitter disappointment of losing the Cup on home ice…and they pulled it off in spectacular form.
I have to admit – it was very cool to watch Crosby hoist the Cup. The kid (and I do mean kid) earned it. He never gave up. Never. Fleury was nothing short of spectacular. And to watch Lemieux hoist the Cup – no longer in a team sweater, but in an owner’s business suit – was bittersweet for me. He is one of those legends of the game, right up there with the Great One and Mister Hockey.
The fans at Detroit who were booing when the Cup was presented to the Pens – you embarrassed yourselves. You embarrassed me. For the first time ever I was briefly ashamed of being a Wings fan because of your boorish conduct. That is not sportsmanship, children. A sportsman accepts defeat as well as victory, and chooses to learn from the defeat and make a go at glory again in the shadow of it, not pout and whine like spoiled brats. My pride was restored, however, when the fans who hadn’t slinked out of the Joe by that time cheered for Lemieux when he hoisted Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Now, to focus on the future. The Wings are still the powerhouse in the NHL. Next season should be another 100-pointer, and I really believe we can recapture the President’s Trophy. It will be exciting to watch the Wings go at it again in October, marching towards the Finals, to bring the Cup back home to Detroit.
Questions that it will be interesting to see answered:
It says something that even now in the era of the salary cap, the Wings can maintain a loyal roster of stars. Players who could get much more on other teams choose to remain with the Wings. There’s something about playing for Hockeytown that draws them and, overall, keeps them.
Here’s to looking very much forward to next year…
LET’S GO, RED WINGS!!!
Al-RIIIIIIIGHT…
The University of Michigan will host the MSU Spartan hockey team at Michigan Stadium on Saturday, December 11th, 2010…a rematch of the great Cold War of October 6th, 2001 which resulted in an epic tie between the two Frozen Four titans.
Must…get to…Ann Arbor on…that Saturday…must…muuuuuuuust…
My lovely and gracious wife was text-messaging me an ongoing play-by-play of the game - I absolutely adore that woman.
Anyway, the Wings just went up 3-2 with 10 minutes left in regulation when I shut off the phone for Bob Caldwell's session. So you can imagine the cry of anguished fury when the session was over, I turned the phone back on and - the Pens tied it up with 34 seconds left in regulation.
D'oh.
But while I was in the Overflowing Cup, with NHL.COM loaded up and listening to the game online while on the phone with my wife during the last bit of the second and all of the third overtime periods, I did get to hang with Chad Myhre and Centorian, from The Blog Of Which We Do Not Speak.
However, I had to run the gauntlet all the way back to Lakeside Lodge, with loving and gracious pastors (especially the dudes from Colorado - you know who you are...) heckling my every, stunned step.
I did get to chat with Bill Walden on my way back to the lodge, who was marinating in the Roman Spa. He's a good brother.
It's all good, though. I really think my wife was more disappointed in the outcome of the game than I was.
Did I mention how much I adore that woman...?
Right now, two of my roomates are synchronized-snoring. I'm fighting the powerful temptation to walk over to one/both of them and put their hands in warm water or dab some shaving cream on their hands or something equally mature and pastorial.
...must...fight urge to...be a...punk...
Lurking on The Blog Of Which We Do Not Speak, and heading to sleep myself.
I miss my wife and son.
Did I mention how much I adore her...?
Darren McCarty, one of my favorite players, is making his comeback with the Red Wings' AHL team, the Grand Rapids Griffins.
My lovely and gracious wife and I have four Griffins tickets left to spend this season (we bought a season "mini-pack" earlier last year), so I can't wait to go watch Darren mix it up on ice again...
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