I love my team. We are still the classiest, best and most good looking team in the league.
Yes, that last part was jocular ;)
We just... didn't play up to the standard we needed to tonight. I still cried, though, and now I don't know what to do with myself. I feel so... so empty. We lost the Stanley Cup, on home ice, in Game 7. I never thought such a thing could happen, but there it is, we can't change it now.
I'll say congrats to Pittsburgh, because they played well tonight, but you can't expect me to be happy for them. I'm not, but I'll stand up and say, they played harder than we did. Still, when I saw Ozzie crying... that was what really sent it home for me. I knew then that it wasn't just a bad dream.
My mother had some friends over, and a couple of them were rooting for the Pens. I don't think they realized how much the Red Wings mean to me until I came upstairs with my brother and full-on burst into tears. I'm talking full bawling, sobs, snot, etc. It wasn't pretty, and they felt bad, which kind of made me feel bad, but hey, the one went to school with Ozzie :) He was her lab partner and got her through science class.
Yeah, I know I'm rambling, but fuck it. I'm upset. It really is more than just a game. Ozzie, you are still my goalie, and my hero. Nick, you are still my Captain (well, you and Steve, because he is the
Captain) and still the greatest defenseman in the league. Red Wings, you are still my team and, like I've said before, I'd rather be a fan of the Red Wings when they're losing, than be a fan of any other team. Even one lifting the Stanley Cup. So Pens, enjoy it while you can, because the Cup will be coming home again. Soon.
Home to Hockeytown. Where it belongs.
Oh, and this still makes me laugh my ass off: