from Ben Frederickson of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch,
They needed one more moment.
Instead they made a million.
First came the kiss of O’Reilly. Then the Captain beat The Rat. Brayden Schenn got the big one. Zach Sanford, the Blue who grew up cheering the Bruins, delivered the dagger. And the never-nervous kid watched it all, blinking just once, a wink.
And then, the flood.
Snow angels on the blue line. Blues fans begging ushers to stay a little longer. Cold Bud Lights and hot TV mics picking up celebratory curse words. Euphoria, on ice.
Four to one. From worst, to first, to forever. Your St. Louis Blues are champions.
Their names will be engraved into the Stanley Cup, assigned to newborns they will never know, cemented into St. Louis sports lore. Maroon no longer is a color. Kansas City can’t touch our Chief.
from Dan Shaughnessy of the Boston Globe,
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