And just like that, the dream is over.
In the blink of an eye, in the quickness of a Patrick Kane stutter-step, the Chicago Blackhawks staved off a furious push from the Flyers late in Game Six and claimed their first Stanley Cup since 1961. Kudos to the Blackhawks for playing a tremendous series: they were definitely the better team, and I think it’s obvious that they got better as the series went on.
Still, I more than tip my cap to the Philadelphia Flyers. They restored the Prince of Wales to his rightful home in the City of Brotherly Love and I’ve realized that lost in all this Stanley Cup hoop-lah surrounding the Chicago Blackhawks, is that the Eastern Conference goes through the Philadelphia Flyers and the Wachovia Center in 2010-2011. It will be a long off-season for the Flyers, who came two wins – and perhaps a crushing overtime goal to send this to a Game Seven – from wining the franchise’s first Stanley Cup in 35 years. However, it simply wasn’t meant to be. How the hockey Gods can make it so that Ben Eager gets to sip from the silver chalice before Ian Laperriere is beyond me, but so it goes.
Chicago deserved to win Game Six, it’s that simple. They were quicker than the Flyers, and while the men in Orange and Black looked like their legs had given out on them and their bodies were running on empty, the Blackhawks looked like they had received an extra jolt of energy, and were ready to rock at puck drop. They outworked the Flyers for literally 55 of the 60 minutes of regulation time, and the fact that the Flyers sent the game into overtime was a prayer in itself.

The Flyers gave us all a wild ride in 2009-2010
I don’t want to go over what happened in this game, because I’m sure you all know. The ‘Hawks jumped out to a lead, the Flyers evened it up, the Flyers gained the lead, the ‘Hawks evened it up, then the ‘Hawks got the lead, and the Flyers tied it up, before the ‘Hawks claimed the Cup in overtime. I felt like it would only do the Flyers justice to put even a small post up today, but I seriously mean it when I say that this takes almost all the remaining energy out of me.
I’m crushed by what took place last night. Maybe I made things worse on myself by sitting there and watching that midget Gary Bettman come out on the ice literally from right below my seats in section 122. Maybe I shouldn’t have watched Jonathan Toews come claim the Conn Smythe and the Stanley Cup. Maybe I shouldn’t have seen Marian Hossa get the Cup in person and watch the euphoria he experienced when he raised it over his head. Maybe I shouldn’t have watched the Blackhawks parade around the ice. However, I’m kind of glad I did deep down. I saw that happen live, and it made me crave for the day when Mike Richards and the Flyers will take part in the finale. Guys like Danny Briere and Ian Laperriere, Blair Betts and Scott Hartnell – these men deserved a better fate. But really, what can you do? How do fans get through this off-season? How do the Flyers get through this off-season? Their professionals, I guess, so it’s just part of their job, but this one is going to sting personally for me for a long time. It’s never easy when the Flyers are bounced from the playoffs, but this was the longest run of theirs that I have experienced in my life.
And now, it’s over.
What do I do now?
Wait ’till next year?
Sigh.