The era of peacenik puck in D.C. has ended.
Mercifully. And emphatically.
Good riddance.
May it never return.
Here’s its tally sheet: zero Cups won, one playoff series won (barely), zero opponents intimidated. (Ever.) Now, we’ll try something new, which is actually something old, which is actually something quite intrinsic to hockey. And which is actually something quite fun for fans.
Our boys will still score goals in bunches, still run away with another meaningless division title, but they’ll have a little more fun in the corners, and after whistles, and the more physically vulnerable among them will skate with just the slightest increase in comfort, with a sense of a bit of a guardian angel at the near, which can make a lot of difference.
We’ll play hockey again in D.C., beginning this fall.
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