And Just Like That

The 2009-2010 NHL season comes to a close.  It will take a few days for it to sink in, and for my brain to catch up to what I just witnessed.  For now I will just say thank the Lord it wasn't the Penguins.  As sad as I am to see Marian Hossa now get his name inscribed on Lord Stanley's Cup, and as confused as I am at the Hockey Gods for even allowing that possibility, I am rejoicing inside...that for at least another 12 months I will be freed from seeing images of Sidney Crosby hoisting The Cup.  I will not have to hear "defending Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins."  I will not have to hear "the young captain who led his team to a Stanley Cup victory," and have them mean Crosby.  That phrase is now reserved for Jonathan Towes. 

I now retreat into the standard hockey hibernation mode, which begins first with moruning.  Mourning the loss of the team I was rooting for and the end of the season all at once, which is becoming pretty standard for me to have to deal with both at the same time.  My thoughts are with you Broad Street Bullies and the fans of Philly.  Goodnight.