I'm just overwhelmingly bummed that there was such a stylistic disadvantage, followed by the crushing injury loss. I never felt like we were in this series, and our hopes of turning it around were destroyed when Hertl went out. It's no fault of the Pens -- well technically it IS the fault of the Pens but what I mean is I can't fault them for it -- but it feels like the hockey gods cheated us yet again.
Just when I thought our boys were going to get a chance to show their stuff, playing some of the best hockey I've ever seen them play, ready to banish all the narratives about all our beloved stars ... they ended up in a damn near unwinnable situation and got stomped down by injury for good measure.
It almost feels to me like it didn't happen. Like our season ended after the St. Louis series. I got literally nothing out of watching this final as a Sharks fan, no enjoyment, no banished narratives even in loss, no real hope, not even any future ammo for internet fights (the tiniest victory imaginable). The narratives only got supported, for the same shallow, stupid reasons as always. As much as I can't blame the Pens for that I think I will always harbor a burning coal of hatred for them and their fans because of it... or rather until we finally win one.
They did not need this Cup, San Jose needed this Cup. They do not need to be rewarded yet again for having the good fortune of ending up with the two best players in the game by sucking. Owned by a former best player in the game who ended up on the team because they sucked.
This probably isn't good for my health. Sports is literally pointless fiction. But dammit, just once I want to see the team have a fair shot in all four rounds.