I watched the Stanley Cup finals, game 7 tonight. My dad and I both agree, this (along with maybe the NCAA Basketball tournament) is the most intense sports event of the year. Certainly it's the most grueling. You hear announcers saying what type of injuries these guys play through (Doug Weight begged his trainer to let him play with a separated shoulder), and you just shake your head. These people work harder and play with more passion than you see in any other pro sport.
And this game was no exception--it was a masterful display by both teams that cemented a wonderful comeback season for the NHL. I was rooting for Edmonton, mostly because I want to see the Cup back in Canada after a long abscence. I feel like they deserve it--like they know its significance (especially a small-market team like Edmonton, which--with Calgary--is like the Green Bay Packers of hockey). Carolina fans certainly are enthusiastic, but do they really know the history of the game? My dad was afraid they'd take a cue from football and charge the rink (God, what a disaster that would be).
Still, congratulations to the Hurricanes, who certainly earned this Cup (knocking out my beloved Devils along the way). This was a spectacular season, and I hope the league continues to win over fans going into the next year (hint: watch Alexander Ovetchkin. I swear, he looks like a Brazilian soccer player out there when he touches the puck. Breathtaking).