How did you feel before game one of the 2012 Stanley Cup Final? Do you remember? Me neither. Fortunately, Surly documented it. I went back and looked for that game one post.
Hello folks. Men. Women. Boys. Girls. Kings fans.
We are gathered here today because we share a mind, a common coalescence of swelling pride, immutable thrill and overwhelming anticipation. For we, my friends, my bothers and sisters, my amassed lovers of puck, we watch tonight as our very own Los Angeles Kings take the ice in game one of the Stanley Cup Finals.
Let’s savor that,
The Stanley Cup Finals.
So not that different.
Pride, thrill and anticipation…and a bit of disbelief.
When you have slain the 100 foot dragon and watched it fall, you tend to look around and see who’s next. Someone then hands you a mirror and you come to realize you stand at 200 feet and others look up. That’s not ego looking back. That’s the fruits of labor. Our L.A. Kings have earned their way to this game 1 and this series. I am proud of every forward, every defenseman, every veteran, kid, coach and suit.
And for all the talk about the other team’s speed and skill, I remind those who speak that we just bested one of the fastest and arguably the most skilled team in the NHL. We did it with our own.
As for Lundqvist, how many pundits tooted Crawford’s horn and touted his brilliance. It is what they do. The game is not played on their tape recorders, note pads and keyboards. We don’t care what they predict and why.
To a man, we know what to expect from our team, both as individuals and a synergistic force.
There isn’t a team in the NHL for which I would trade our group. I love our hockey team and I want, as you do, for them to play their best games of the playoffs in this series, when it counts the most.
Drop the puck on game one.
I relish this day.
Let’s earn the right to be the better team.
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