Good Morning, Good Afternoon and Good Night … the Caps have won the Cup

I’ve been waiting since the early 1990s for this moment and it’s here. It’s finally here. I don’t even know what emotion I’m supposed to express otherwise. Relief? Euphoria? It’s like experiencing decision paralyzed with so many possibilities. I do know this…

My wife is probably super happy I can a) wash my caps shirt of all the baby spit up and b) shave my beard.

BTW, neither of those is probably happening anytime soon. The baby likes the shirt and beard and I don’t want to fuck up with the hockey Gods for next year.

No, it won’t take another 44 years for me to wash or shave. I promise. Thirty. Maybe. Kind of…

WASHINGTON CAPITALS ARE STANLEY CUP CHAMPS
WASHINGTON CAPITALS ARE STANLEY CUP CHAMPS
WASHINGTON CAPITALS ARE STANLEY CUP CHAMPS

Gee, I wonder if this works like Betelgeuse…

It was pretty awesome to receive all the congrats from friends who have followed my Cardiac Caps pain over the decades. To them, I simply note in return: “all i did was keep my liver in my body, the franchise finally figured out how to win in spite of the collective fan alcoholism”

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