Those guys finally got their reward. Teemu finally got his reward, after his wanderings away from the Pond and back again. It makes me happy, because it reminds me of the Warchief five years ago when he lost and then last season when he finally got a Cup.
My Golden Bitch? Fuck him (not literally--who do you think I am, Christine Chorley?). This isn't about him. This isn't even really about geographical boundaries or the Mason-Dixon Line (which doesn't really apply to California) or any of that other window-dressy bullshit.
Yeah, I was barracking for the Sens. I felt it would be quite fitting (and nice) to see the first team to win the Cup after the Cup went to the sole possession of the NHL win it again after 80 years, a Great Depression, a World War, a Cold War, and a reincarnation--who better to break the Canadian cup drought?
The spirits of the Silver Seven are calling to their latter-day successors to come and join them in immortality.
deyr sjálfur ið sama.
hveim er sér góðan getur.
Cattle die, kinsmen die,
the self must also die;
but glory never dies,
for the man who is able to achieve it.
The spirits will be waiting a while longer, as will Elgin-Alexander, the Senators' littlest Einheri. But don't lose hope, Sens fans--your boys will get there.