My father is a Red Sox fan. So was his father, who passed away in '96 at the age of 93. I was born in '86, the year of Bill Buckner. Talk about a sad team to root for. The two of them must have shared so many games and series of heartbreak, my measley 18 years with the Caps must pale in comparison. They were lifers, and with the Caps, so am I.
There will be series after this one. There will be other games. When I wake up tomorrow, I will still be a Caps fan, no matter what. With a competent GM and the young talent we have up and coming, I have no doubt the Caps will be a fun team to watch. Every year, every sport, brings something new. Heartbreak, jubilance, anxiety, exuberance, and everything in between. At the end of the day, the teams go home. They prepare for the next one. Its what they do. Its what we do. Its part of being a fan. So for all you nervous fans out there, just remember, there will be hockey again. Maybe it won't be in Tampa Bay. Maybe it will. But there will be hockey. And we will love it. And one day, we will hoist the cup. And when we do, we can take time to remember, remember each heartbreak, each setback, each travesty, each sadness, and we will say, "I've been waiting for this, waiting because I believed. I always believed. And now, we are at the top of the mountain. And the view is amazing."