Some time about a half-dozen years ago, I daydreamed about the Isles losing the CF in six, at home, and getting cheered off the ice by the NVMC crowd. That should’ve happened tonight, it would’ve been quite a moment.
Malkin and Ledecky deserved a prolonged taste of what a successful team would look like in this market. Hopefully the run fired up their imaginations, but it’s sooo Islanders that this played out in a couple bubbles on Canadian soil.
Peeled off my Isles jersey few minutes ago. I cycle through them, changing after every loss, a nerdy practice my fam’s allowed me to indulge in since ‘93. (I’d like to add to the collection for next year, but I’m honestly unsure what to buy. This club doesn’t lack for appealing options.)
Wishing the team and staff safe flights and rides home to their families, wishing healing vibes for the bruised and battered (dang, Pelech and Zeeker, you were doomed to finish the sked with something no matter when it finished, weren’t you), wishing the HFIsles gang a safe journey through the tag end of 2020 and COVID vagaries.
Was a real hoot reading some rival HF team boards this “spring.” Guess we sound like that when our team’s a third-rate non-contender, too. I found out that winning isn’t boring, despite what those sour dopes might think.
Bronze medal for 2019-20. Something to build on, something to look back fondly upon - we truly didn’t have the horses to advance to the Final, but I’ll be damned if we didn’t squeeze every drop of blood from the stone. The last two games were exhausting; the last two games were brilliant, tense entertainment. No blockbuster movie could’ve raised the heart rate more.