First of all, congratulations to the Los Angeles Kings, your 2012 Stanley Cup champions! Congrats also to Jonathan Quick, who won the Conn Smythe Trophy for MVP.
The finals started out with what seemed like a total domination of the New Jersey Devils by the Kings. I’d watched the Devils from their series with Florida, and even when they’d lose a game, they’d bounce back with gusto. They fought to seven games with the Panthers, to five with the Flyers and to six each with the Rangers and Kings. But something happened between the Eastern Conference Final and and the Stanley Cup Finals. Maybe they were tired, maybe they relied on their big names too much – Ilya Kovalchuk and his back problems come to mind – but something didn’t click like it had. Sure, they won two games in a row, but it wasn’t enough in the end. Still, I liked watching the game, and it was an exciting way to cap off Emma’s and my first full season as hockey fans.
Emma here. I think the reason that Krista and I enjoyed watching the game, but didn’t get super emotionally affected by it, may be that we’re just too attached to our teams. Some folks did, some folks didn’t and that is okay! Still, isn’t it cool that three leagues had their biggest prizes go to teams in “nontraditional” markets? The Stanley Cup resides in LA, the Calder Cup is calling Norfolk, Virginia home and the Kelly Cup is in Estero, Florida. That just proves that you can have hockey anywhere so long as you can build yourself a building and control the climate–and that’s pretty awesome.
Still, late last night I had to reminisce about last year. It’s not the proper anniversary yet, so I’ll hold my thoughts until then, like Krista did on Chicago’s anniversary.
Again, congrats to the Kings. History has once again been made.