Because D.C., of course, has been waiting for this moment for a very long time. You could tell the people here chafed at the idea of being a minor league sports town, as noted dipshit Mike Wilbon said. If that was ever the case, it isn’t now. It’s a strange and transformative thing, to see a fanbase win a title. It’s not merely a show of support, but it’s also something of a rebirth. These Caps fans, once they sweat out the toxins, are not going to be the fans they once were. There is a pride, and a confidence, that will radiate out from them for years and years and years. That always has the chance to curdle into something awful (see: Boston), but for now it remains in its delightful infancy.