I will admit it: I was wrong, so very wrong, to call the Ottawa Senators the “Team of Destiny” this year. The Sens team that took out the Penguins, the Devils, and the Sabres in five games apiece was not the same Sens team who went out in five in the Finals.
(Or as their own coach Murray said after the game, “We had some guys who did not play to what they were playing in the playoffs.” Eh? Is that Canadian for “We blew it and chances are I’m getting canned in the offseason” perhaps?)
I was also wrong, so very wrong, to root against the Ducks. (Dirtbag Chris Pronger notwithstanding. His suspension should have lasted as long as the player he injured – Sens center Dean McAmmond – was out.) Anaheim was motivated, strong, and just looked like they belonged in the Finals.
So congratulations to the Anaheim Ducks for proving me wrong, and looking hot enough to more than fill our little blog up with greatness.
Jiggy, you are very hot and I am glad you got another shot at the Cup. (Especially since you couldn’t enjoy winning the Conn Smythe award few years ago when the Ducks lost to the Devils in the Finals.) Brothers Niedermayer, you’re not so hot but are now hockey royalty with your combined five Stanley Cup wins.
Ryan, you’re still very young and not too far out of the minors, which as I get older I find more and more appealling. You’re here because I cannot get my eyes off those very bright white laces.
I am not one of those ladies who thinks it is touching when a grown man cries. Seeing that Volchenkov is Russian through and through, the stoic of the stoic, it is upsetting that he was reduced to tears.
This is familar pose, isn’t it Emery? Tonight, when your team needed you the most, you gave up
2 3 easy goals to the Ducks. I’m pretty sure your contract is up this year with the Sens, so let’s hope the rumors of a Las Vegas franchise are true so you can find a new home. Jerry Bruckheimer is known for making some pretty crazy decisions, maybe he’ll a take gamble on you.*
Okay, that’s just really cute.
Hey, how did that get in there? We needed more hotties? This season’s over and we can look already look ahead to next fall? Awesome, because Crosby’s 20th birthday is two months from today, which means I am 61 days away from being able to daydream about him without coming off as too pervy.
Let’s Go Pens!
*Yes, I know that the Vegas thing will probably not happen for a few years. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to send him.