The Washington Capitals lost to the Montreal Canadiens last night in a seventh game in the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs, which was totally unexpected when this series began and I’ll admit, as a Caps fan, is entirely upsetting. It’s happened three times now in three years, so in addition to upsetting it’s also getting a little old, sure.
However, this is hockey. This was my home team gone – I believe – entirely, stupidly wrong and a goalie on an opposing team who in the past week appeared to have been touched by the golden hand of the universe and gifted with the power to block all flying objects with the sheer force of his mind and fingers.
Seriously, did you watch Jaroslav Halak in net at all? Because all I could think of when I watched Halak was nothing, because I actually really couldn’t think. I was reduced to a distant buzzing in my brain, because what I was seeing was extraordinary. I had honestly paid next to no attention to him prior to last week, but holy hell. The man can stop lightning with his fingertips. He’s a goal-thwarting machine.
Unknown Caps player, Stanley Cup quarterfinals
I hope that he and the Habs win the Cup. I don’t think they will, but I now, perversely, hope that they do, not for any love for the team but because if you play that well at first in spite of being seeded much lower, and you beat my team in the process, I want you to up the ante.
I hated every minutes of this series, pretty much. I coughed up too much money to go to Game One, which they lost at home because they were disorganized and Montreal scrapped it out like they did every game. It was ugly and the Caps played erratically and boringly, which has quite honestly been the case since they came back from the Olympics break. Mike Green went to some weird, bad place. Ovi and Semin slumped. Mike Knuble cannot always be called upon to pull off a goal in the clutch, especially when there’s Halak voodoo involved.
When they came back in March, I was watching some random game they were losing and I said, “This is not Stanley Cup hockey.”
I don’t always like it when I’m right.
But the deal is, this is my team. And as people started sending in condolences and some trash talk in Tweets last night I actually started smiling. Because who I just am is a fan of the Washington Capitals in their best and worst configurations, so in the end, while this year I honestly did allow myself to entertain the possibility of going really far in the playoffs and maybe even pulling off a championship, it makes no nevermind. I’ve been going to Caps games since I was a little girl. For most of those years, they have been a losing team. They have never won a Stanley Cup. Three