Here’s just another example of two things I love coming together: ice hockey and Jimmy Kimmel. You’re welcome.
Here’s just another example of two things I love coming together: ice hockey and Jimmy Kimmel. You’re welcome.
There you have it: The Los Angeles Kings are Stanley Cup Champions.
This is the stuff that’s only written in fairy tales. An eighth-seeded team, with enough heart and determination, knocking off the top 3 seeds in the Western Conference, and taking the last game of the Stanley Cup Finals in a dramatic and dominant fashion.
I can’t even begin to say how happy I am for the LA Kings and their fans, but first we have to acknowledge their opponents: the New Jersey Devils. They fought back in an amazing way, coming back from a 3-0 game deficit in the SCFs and gave the Kings a legitimate run for their money. Honestly, if the Kings hadn’t played the Game 6 that is now etched in the record books, the Devils could have easily taken the series.
But, alas, the hockey gods didn’t want it that way. The entire hockey world respects the Kings and their organization. See for yourselves:
The great part about all of the praise for both organizations is that it shows the class of hockey players, officials, and executives. The exchange between Martin Brodeur and Jonathan Quick, in particular, was great to see, because they have such a mutual respect for each other. At one point, I could read Brodeur’s lips and he told Quick that he was “incredible”. I mean, seriously? That’s a unbelievable compliment coming from a future Hall of Famer like Brodeur, and obviously well-deserved.
Was anyone surprised? If Quick hadn’t gotten the Conn Smythe, I think a riot would have broken out in the streets of Los Angeles, Vancouver-style. No? Too soon? Meh, whatever. But back to the point, Quick’s performance was unreal. Completely dominant from start to finish, and he never missed a beat.
16 wins, 4 losses. Only one road loss. A .946 save percentage. WHAT THE WHAT?! He’s amazing. Can’t even handle it. So deserving, and he’s got a long career ahead of him.
Mike Richards and Jeff Carter
It’s really almost funny at this point. The picture says it all. When both Richie and Carter were traded away to markets that, let’s be honest, weren’t the most desirable for them as players, you had to wonder if they’d ever see the success they deserved. And now look: Carter was traded at the deadline from Columbus, the bottom of the NHL food-chain, to the Kings, and reunited with former-Flyer Richards. It’s a cinderella story if you’ve ever heard one.
Frazzle Dazzle, I’m so proud of you. As a former Chicago Blackhawk and member of the 2010 Championship team, I always root for those players. Kings fans, keep this in mind: you can and always should root for the players that are important to you, no matter where they’re playing. It keeps historic moments like this fresh in your mind, and you’ll never get over it.
Fraser was a key 4th line role player on the Kings this season, and was on the ice when the hole blew to end Game 6. He’s a classy guy, a classy player, but was the ugly duckling of hockey this season. No one wanted him. The Oilers and the Kings went back and forth trying to figure something out for him, and thanks to the Kings organization and coaching staff, Fraz has carved out a nice spot for himself in LA. Let’s hope he sticks around, because he deserves it. Plus, he’s the first of the 2010 Blackhawks to win the Stanley Cup again. Git ‘er done, Frazzle Dazzle!
Holy schnikes, talk about a 180 degree turn. Darryl Sutter, HUGE ups to you, sir. To take an organization and a team that was completely discombobulated (I must’ve swallowed a dictionary, that word is longgggg) and dysfunctional, to getting them into the playoffs, and winning the Stanley Cup as an eighth-seed is incredible. And to think he did it without ever cracking a smile.
Oh wait, there it is.
It’s moments like this that make me love hockey. I just fell in love more and more with the sport, watching history happen, and seeing the relief on the players’ and coaches faces to have achieved the most difficult trophy to win in all of sports. It’s incredible.
Honestly, I could go on and on about Game 6, the hit on Rob Scuderi, and every “what if” moment imaginable. But I just want to say one thing to the Kings fans: ENJOY THIS. It’s history that you just witnessed, and something that will forever go down as the night that cheers erupted from the Staples Center without Kobe Bryant on the court. I hope LA becomes more of a hockey town, because this organization deserves it. It says a lot about the resilience of the players and the front office to continue to play and work for an organization that might not have the greatest presence in its location. So cheers to you, boys, you deserve it. Now party like you’re Patrick Kane, but try not to get arrested or let the front office get mad at you. So basically…..party like it’s 1999.
So Sunday’s are kind of hard for me between September and February. It’s the one day a week (besides certain Thursdays, Saturdays, and Mondays) where Hockey takes the backseat and Football becomes my main priority. Afterall, I did spend most of my life on the football field being a cheerleader & all.
And in the New England football world, today might as well be the Superbowl. My Patriots are taking on the New York Jets — the team that knocked them out of the playoffs last year, ending their season extremely early. I must say, for you football fans, my team is looking mighty fine in their throwbacks.
Anyway, as if today’s game wasn’t special enough…Gillette Stadium had a few VIP guests. Any guesses?
And the Bs brought a very special friend with them for a play date…
So as I’m writing this, the score is 27-21 Patriots with 7:14 left in the 4th and the Stadium is going completely insane. Every time the audio department plays that familiar bruins goal horn, the stadium erupts in a way that I’ve never heard it. It’s not a typical football crowd roar…it’s a hockey roar. The kind that makes the ground rumble and gives you chills. Something I’d never think I’d hear at Gillette Stadium. And I can’t help but think this one man is responsible for the vibe in Foxboro, Massachusetts today….
It’s obvious to me now that Horton is a good luck charm & he obviously needs to carry a Gatorade bottle full of melted ice to EVERY away game this season.
Needless to say, I’ll be going to bed a happy girl tonight. My 2 favorite sports have collided in one 3 hour spot. There’s so much sexiness on my HD tele that I can barely handle it.
GO PATS! GO BRUINS!
It’s been a long, frustrating day at work. I got nothing today–so this will have to do. Plus…this is the first thing that made me smile…
I knew I liked him. This boy sure knows how to celebrate his day with the Cup.
No words can describe how proud I am of this video…
I think I should ask him for some dance lessons. What do you think?
Beware. Longest post ever, but I promise it’s worth it.
I’m trying so hard to find one word to sum up what has happened this weekend, but I can’t. I was apart of Bruins & Boston history yesterday and it was an unreal feeling. As much as I said ‘Thank you’ to the players as they walked by, most of them said ‘No, thank you!’ You could really see just how much this fan base meant to the players as they grasped their heads and shook it in disbelief. More than a million people flooded the streets of Boston yesterday just in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Lord Stanley’s Cup and the boys they love so much.
But, let’s back track to friday night where the adventure began. According to Garden security, Baby Seguin had just left for his apartment (which I now know where it is…mwhahahaha *evil laugh*), Brad Marchand was on the 80’s Party Bus all night, and Shawn Thornton had the Cup with his wife since it was their anniversary. Out of respect of Shawn & his wife, we decided we wouldn’t try and find the Cup at the restaurant they were at…we’d just try and scour the streets of Boston for the Party Bus.
For such a popular bus you would think it would be easy to find, right?! Wrong. We walked around from 9pm – 1am and found nothing. But that may have been our fault…we couldn’t resist the 100 hundreds of bars along the way. Between country night at Hurricane O’Reily’s and Piza & Beer at Ernesto’s in the North End…we had our hands full. So we ended our night at 1am when we realized Brad was still out there and we had no shot of finding him.
4am came all too quickly…especially when 5 people cuddled in a 1 bedroom hotel room. 5 people + one bed + 3 pillows +tons of laughter = zero sleep.
So we staked out our spot on Tremont Street and didn’t move (with the exception of one bathroom trip) until the parade started. I will admit, we overestimated the enthusiasm of the Boston fans…getting up at 6am would have worked just the same. But it’s all about the adventure, right?!
While sitting on the curb shoving munchkins into my mouth, Brad Marchand drove by….leaving me speechless. I kinda just pointed (still half asleep)…and continued shoving food into my face. Hopefully, he didn’t see me (even though we were the only insane fans on the street at 5am). I’m guessing he had a great time friday night if he was just leaving the Garden then.
Around 7am, guess who we saw running towards the Garden, claiming he was late…
As the hours crawled by, the streets began to fill with black & gold. Buses & buses of Boston Policemen were shuttled into the city as well as from other towns outside Boston. Only town police I didn’t see was mine…figures.
Lets fast forward to my first sighting of the cup, shall we?!
The crowd went wild as confetti was blown into the air and Big Z hoisted the Cup in the air. What you don’t get to see in this picture is Z ignoring the Boston Police & Cup Caretaker’s orders of ‘staying on the duck boat’. Chara decided to be a rebel and take the Cup off the boat and into the crowd so a few lucky fans could get up close and personal. From there he walked down the route and handed it off to the next duck boat in line.
That seemed to start a trend because then this happened:
Sadly, I was too busy trying to take a picture so when I reached out to touch it, I was inches shy. Security was not happy, but the crowd sure was. I was almost pushed over the barrier a few times, but it was so worth it. The parade was nuts. The only players I wanted to see who I didn’t was Baby Seguin and Timmy T (but read on…it gets better). We decided after the last duck boat passed us that food was next (plus a run through some water fountains–it was blazing hot out). Once we heard the crowd roar by the Garden, we knew the boys were finishing up the route and it was time to make our way back to the Garden for some player sightings.
While everyone was waiting at the Garden entrance for the boys, what they didn’t know was that the players parked on an alley beside the Garden. So we made sure the grab a spot on the grass and keep our cameras handy.
Not even 5 minutes after the celebration ended:
As jealous as I want to be of her, I can’t be. They are absolutely adorable together and she is the sweetest girl ever. Great pick Lucic…she’s a winner. Keep her around.
While I was grabbing a picture of Lucic, I hardly noticed Horton walked right past me with his baby in arms and wife in tow and Shawn Thornton on the other side. I quickly said ‘Hey, you’re you.’ (like an idiot and speechless fan girl). He simply smiled and nodded. Out of respect for his wife, baby (who looked so scared–poor thing) I decided to put the camera away until they walked past me. His kid was super cute, but noticably overwhelmed by all the attention his daddy was getting so having a camera in the face wouldn’t have been a good idea.
Once everyone caught onto what was happening, the chances of players escaping without a mob was zero and the Boston Police had to step in.
Across the street, Andrew Ference was escorted away but also didn’t mind the attention he got from the fans.
I laughed when I saw this:
Then out of nowhere, a roar errupted from the Garden and everyone rushed the streets.
Sorry for the blur, I was mobbed. Right behind him was Patrice Bergeron, another guy who got mobbed.
He also has the sweetest girlfriend ever as well. Someone pushed me right into her almost knocking her over. I quickly apologized making her laugh and say “It’s ok sweetie, you’re fine.” –what a trooper for putting up with her boyfriend’s famous-ness.
By the way: Chuck (from WUYS)…I now know where he lives. Let me know when you want to begin Operation: Kidnap Bergeron …I’ll help you out.
No, out of respect for him, I wont be posting the picture of his apartment. Poor guy couldn’t leave for hours because of the amount of people surrounding it. I looked on from a distance and laughed.
The next brave soul who was escorted out with 4 Boston Policemen was good ole Tuuka (note: not wearing Horton’s helmet anymore).
And last, but certainly not least, the man of the hour. Timmy T. Sweetest man on the face of the earth. Still smiled even if he was mobbed by half of Boston.
The rest of the players had already left for Foxwoods, so that’s all the player sightings I have for you. I’m sure over the summer, there will be more as the mysterious–hard to find–Cup makes its way around the world (and Boston).
One more thing:
A lot of people in Boston were expecting Marchand to be borderline PKane (meaning drunken mess) and I sort of think he was. Or maybe he’s just a really bad singer…
While PKane dances, Marchand sings.
As much as I hate when Boston uses the Black & Yellow song (umm hello–that’s all Pittsburgh–leave it alone already), that was kind of funny. All in all, even though I only got 2 hours of sleep over the course of 2 days, I had an amazing weekend. I don’t think anything can top this. The images of Big Z rounding the corner onto Tremont St with the Cup in the air and Shawn Thornton running past me with the Cup will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. I can only hope I can experience this again sometime down the road.
What a great season Bruins. You deserve this. Thank you.
I will be making a Hockey’s Finest flickr account and from there I’ll post all the pictures for you guys.
Ok. It’s 6:30am–the morning after Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals and I just got back from Dicks Sporting Goods to get my gear. I’ve slept all of maybe 3ish hours. My voice is nearly gone. My feet are cut up from broken glass (from bar celebrations). I still smell like beer. My flip-flops are ruined. And most of all….I’m an emotional wreck.
I went on the Bruins website this morning and misted up for the millionth time in the past 24 hours.
Boston was insane last night. I must have been out of my mind going but my Hockey Buddy called me at work, grabbed clothes from my house, and told me to meet him in Braintree right after work. It makes up for all the times he ditched me on game nights.
Anyway, my night went JUST like the Bruins. Here’s the recap.
During the anthems, we looked like this.
When the Bs scored, the bar looked like this.
No amount of laundry detergent can get out the smell of last night. The ounces of beer that were spilt on me last night was crazy. I was at a bar with someone who was 6’9”….I’m 5’2”….so when they scored–well–you do the math.
When they won, it looked like this.
I hugged everyone. EVERYONE. Police, random dads, random kids, random girls, random guys, and the people I was with. Last night, we all bonded over one thing: the Big Bad Bruins.
After it sunk in, we all looked like this. (I won’t lie….I cried tears of happiness)
And when we ran the streets…it sounded/looked like this:
I apologize for the awful video. I was getting thrown around like a rag doll.
Well Boston, get ready. It’s going to be a heck of a weekend. Get yo partaaaayyyy hats on! I’ll be praying all morning for the parade to hold off until Saturday morning. If not, then I can’t go and my weekend plans of getting a hotel in the city and following Lord Stanley…are crushed.
UPDATE: Bruins Parade will be Saturday at 11am. Therefore, my plans are as follows.
1. Leave work at 4pm tomorrow.
2. Run the streets of Boston all night to find the Cup
3. Find our spot at the parade route around 4am
4. Celebrate with the boys.
All that = one epic weekend.
Few more things:
This made my heart tingle with pride.
And some of you were following me on Twitter last night and saw that I tweeted about a Mr. Kris Letang look-a-like. Well…there’s a little bit of a resemblence. Obviously, no one even compares to Kris…but his eyes were the same color (I melted). Even his nose was a little bit Tanger-like. We also decided he looked like a mix between Tanger and Andy Roddick. Unfortunately, Kris/AndyRoddick looks like he’s 18…at least Tanger looks his age.
If you disagree with me, it was dark in the bar. I couldn’t really see much…but from the lighting we were in, I saw a look-a-like.