What happened up there in Vancouver last night? It was as though Boston put their foot on the gas pedal and never let up, but Vancouver couldn't even get their car started. This was Game 7, Nucks. This was "Lay it all on the line, win or go home, battle 'til the final whistle, don't look back" hockey. And honestly, the only team to do that last night was Boston and as a result, they deserve every single moment they have with the Cup this summer...and the Nucks deserve to sit back and question everything they did wrong.
Life is good. And so was this year's Final.
It really was a fantastic series with so many amazing story lines. We all watched Tim Thomas, a 37-year old previously-discarded goalie become a puck-stopping maniac and playoff hero. We all wondered if Luongo could rise above the pressure and the expectations of failure and pull out one final win on home ice. We all took guesses on exactly how badly Ryan Kesler is injured. We all teared up a bit (okay, maybe just me, but I have no shame) when Nathan Horton poured Boston water on Vancouver ice and then, later, actually got to skate out on said ice and lift the Cup with his team (after languishing away in Florida for six seasons, it was SO good to see what this kid can really do).
We all watched this incredible series with the remarkable knowledge that it was always, until Game 7, a tale of two cities. Had history repeated, this Nucks hater would be writing a much different blog today. Instead, this morning, she's smiling, happy, elated. The world seems as it should be (unless of course you happen to live anywhere near Rogers Arena. Then your world is still potentially on fire...)
And so, we put hockey to bed for the season and begrudingly turn our focus to baseball. Come quick, October; this will not be pretty.
-Shaela
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