If you're a fan in Boston or Vancouver today; there is no possible way that you are focused on anything but what will happen tonight just after 8pm Eastern on NBC in the U.S. and CBC up in Canada.
It's Game 7, Boston/Vancouver. It's all the marbles, "what we play for" - insert any cliche here- So, for anyone who ever played hockey; whether it was recreational, elite or some level of minor pro, and of course every NHL-er, all players, in their mind and heart, have played in a Game 7. Tonight's game counts, a new champ will be crowned, and the other team will see their hockey dream crushed.
This time five years ago, our very own Hurricanes were closing in on their destiny, a game 7 in their home building in front of their fans, in what can only be described as sheer bedlam. The lead up to that night on June 19, 2006, was all about atmosphere. Everyone has a story about what they did in the hours leading up to puck drop, and everyone has a glorious story about that game, the RBC Center, the bars, restaurants, homes and other gathering spots that lead up to Justin Williams empty netter that sealed the victory & the tizzy that this area went into when Rod Brind 'Amour lifted the Cup over his head.
We will be old and gray one day, and there will be a guy (or a gal) recalling the story of the Hurricanes first Stanley Cup championship. That's what happens when something special like a championship is won. A city/region/state unites in the glory, and we celebrate for the players and the organization that made it happen.
Hockey dreams are on the line tonight in Vancouver. The ultimate in any career is on the line. As the wonderful NHL ad campaign has told us all playoffs:
History Will Be Made.