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Playoff Hockey Emotions:
  • Optimism:It's going to be okay. There is still lots of time. We can still do this. It's possible. Believe.
  • Sadness:Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhy? Why is this happening? You always do this to me. Please just score. Please.
  • Anger:YOU FUCKING SHITS! FOR FUCK SAKES! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? FUCK.
  • Negativity:This is stupid. I'm done. You aren't even trying. You obviously don't want to win.
  • Pride:AH! YES! OMG! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL MEN! I WANT TO HAVE A GROUP WEDDING AND MARRY ALL OF YOU!
Scott Darling destroyed his career, and he did so with alcohol. It’s a story that ends right there for many people. But unlike most, Darling displayed amazing perseverance and ambition, and fought his way back to the top. He now finds himself as starting goalie for the Chicago Blackhawks in their first round of the NHL playoffs. The Blackhawks suffered a surprising defeat tonight, losing 5-2 against Nashville and causing many fans to suggest Darling would relapse back into alcoholism. And that my friends is just ridiculous; this man has scrapped his way back from the depths of Hell and quickly carved his way into the hearts of Chicagoans. Relapse? Are you kidding? This is a boy who grew up wearing a Blackhawks jersey, standing behind the glass cheering on Belfour and Chelios. Now people are wearing his jersey, cheering his name as he skates out onto the ice of The Madhouse. Who would throw that away over one, lousy loss? Especially with game 6 on Saturday.
—  QRTW, “My Thoughts on Scott Darling, His Past Struggles with Alcoholism and Rude People on the Internet.”
Playoffs Hockey.

Those two words alone are electric.

They are the promise of nail biting nights, glorious victory and beautiful heartbreak. Because no game is meaningless; every play, every goal, every point and every second on that clocks are the difference between fame and infamy. The stadiums feel different, poised with so much tension that you feel like you might explode under the pressure. There are no friends in playoff hockey, just the others who wear your jerseys. Regular season standings are forgotten and points are abandoned. Everyone watches with breath held, with eyes glued to the screen and with hearts aching with a yearning to raise that trophy high above your head.

It’s because this is what we do,
because it’s what we live for.

Because it’s The Cup

Our father who art in Philly, hockey be thy name. Thy will be done. The cup be won, on ice as well as in the stands. Give us this day our hockey sticks, and forgive us our penalties. As we forgive those who crosscheck against us, lead us not into elimination, but deliver us to victory. In the name of the father Lord Stanley, and in the name of the Flyers. Amen. 🙏