I always wanted to say that – “Kane Scores Overtime Cup Winner.” Unfortunately, in real life it was Patrick Kane, not me.
The Chicago Blackhawks are the new champions of hockey on the strength of Kane’s slightly-soft goal that found its way through Michael Leighton, and have finally put to bed the “haven’t won since 1961” label. It’s a team of Kane and Toews and Byfuglien and Keith and Seabrooke instead of Hull and Mikita and Pilote and Wharram and Vasko, and these young fellows are now the toast of the Windy City.
Forty-nine years is a long time to go between championship heroes. Montreal will be ending an 18-year drought next year and that’ll be long enough.
It’s a good, young team, these Hawks, and most expected them to beat the Philadelphia Flyers and they did, although the Flyers hung in there and almost added to their miraculous fairy tale that saw them rally from a 3-0 deficit against Boston and become only the third team in history to pull this off.
So good for the Flyers. But they also eliminated the Habs so I’m not going to get carried away with any gushing praise.
Watching the Flyers go down the corridor to the ice before the game made me think of the Habs and how fantastic it would have been if it was them instead of Philly.
The refs were calling borderline penalties for most of the first half of the game, then put the whistle away. One would think that maybe, just maybe, these zebras got a special call from their superiors telling them to cool it because they were ruining a special night.
Tomorrow I tell you about my Marian Hossa movie script idea that is now on the scrap heap.