I'm score! I'm Conn Smythe!
“There’s nothing I’d like more than to be able to shake Marian’s hand at the end of this series, look him in the eye and say, ‘You chose the wrong team.’”
They couldn't do it the easy way. No blowout wins or four game sweeps this round. Just heartstopping play, close games, and years being carelessly hacked away from the ends of Pittsburgher's lives. Game seven, Crosby injured for 2/3rds of the game, refs putting their whistles away, and Detroit needing one goal to tie it up and send it into overtime. But in the end they pulled it out, riding Talbot and Fleury to a game 7 victory and the Pens 3rd cup.
The best thing about this? Other than having gone through the agony of the Rico Fata/Dick Tarnstrom/Lasse Pirjeta/Milan Kraft, team is up for sale, Kansas City has a new areana, Jim Balsille bought the team, oh wait no he didn't years and coming out the other side with a new arena and cup? Other than listening to a whole summer of bitter Red Wings, Capitals, and Flyers fans ranting and whining about the league-wide conspiracy to have the team with the two best players win the cup? Sidney Crosby-21, Evgeni Malkin-22, Marc-Andre Fleury-23, Jordan Staal-20. None of them are 25 and all of them are locked up for years and years and years. This is just the beginning.
Oh, and to
"You chose.....poorly."
"You get nothing! You lose! Good day sir!""I said good day!"
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