It's been a sad day for Boston fans... last night the Bruins' incredible run at the Stanley Cup was cut short by 17 seconds. In those 17 seconds with less than two minutes left in the game, the Bruins went from the possibility of forcing a game seven, to watching the Chicago Blackhawks celebrate as Stanley Cup Champions on their home turf.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who stared blankly at the television in disbelief as the seconds ticked off the clock, revealing the new Stanley Cup Champs. And even more traumatic was having to witness the Cup presentation pomp and circumstance on your home ice.
Both teams played an unbelievably tough series. Four of the six games were decided by one goal and three needed extra time, including a triple overtime event in game one. It was a heartbreaking loss, but at least the Bruins were beaten by the best team in the NHL, and not a bunch of schmucks. Like the Penguins.
The Chicago Blackhawks showed class and sportsmanship throughout a series that didn't always go their way. The cheap shots where scarce, even when they were being hammered consistently by the hard-hitting Bruins. My hat's off to the new Stanley Cup Champions—you were quite the formidable opponent.
And does anyone else love the handshake tradition at the end of a playoff series as much as I do? Such a gentlemanly ritual for such an aggressive group of men. I would love to hear what the say to each other... "Hey Tuukka, nice job, but at least now you can shave that half bald ferret off your chin now!"
On another note, I think it's about time to give out the second Big Balls Award. This time the honor goes to Patrice Bergeron. Patrice finished the playoffs while suffering through a broken rib, torn cartilage and a separated shoulder. Damn, hockey dudes are tough. Just one of those injuries would sideline a baseball player for an entire season.