Thursday, June 07, 2007
Ducks. Coolest Thing in the O.C.
Randy Carlyle, whose claim to fame, until recently (recently, being like last night), was sitting next to that famous Canadian Blogger, Mr. Whisky Prajer, on a flight a few years back. Guess he didn't realize how close he was to rubbing elbows with fame, did Mr. Carlyle.Well, last night, he came from behind the shadow of WP, by guiding the once Mighty, now simply, your plain Ducks to kissing Lord Stanley's Cup. As is usual, when your team is winning, no shaving is allowed. I'm assuming that the bristly, gnarly Ducks are also brillo-ing all previous Stanley Cup winners' names off of the Cup as they smack their lips on the silver chalice.
Scott Niedermeyer, my favorite NJ Devil regardless of what team he now plays for (Once a Devil, always a Devil, unless Big Lou deems you to be no longer in existence) finally won the MVP of the Stanley Cup Finals along with his 4th Stanley Cup. Guess that serves as sweet revenge to the previous game's Alfredsson meltdown.
The Devils? Wait 'til next year.
N.B. added 06/08/07: As is her usual, Miss E. over at A Theory of Ice, wraps up this previous NHL year and Stanley Cup Finals with this short and sweet synopsis.
A choice line:
"In a League where most teams are managed according to the Gospel of Getting By, morphing their style to whatever seems to be the dominant paradigm, the Ducks were a team designed around a defiant vision of what hockey should be- a plan, a theory, a hockey ideology about the soul of the game, a prescriptive map of the sport, the Gospel of Brian Burke."
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