by Nic Olson
The only way to enjoy a Stanley Cup is to do it sitting alone, hands covering your face, screaming at refs and missed chances.
Dallas beats Buffalo in ’99, when I was 11. Late summer night, kept awake by my hatred for Hasek and his Sabres. Hull scores a controversial overtime goal.
Pittsburgh beats Detroit in ’09. Doug was sleeping on the hotel bed, and I scraped my face and plugged my ears to see the vision come true.
This year. It happens again. The only thing better than watching my own team win, is watching the Philadelphia Flyers lose.
Sports blow my mind.