June 9, 2010. Up to this point, it was hands down the worst day of my life. I understand that I've probably had a pretty decent life if my favorite hockey team losing the Stanley Cup is the worst thing that I've experienced. But don't tell me that my struggles aren't real because this day--and specifically this goal--will haunt my life until the day I die.
I've been waiting my whole life to see the Philadelphia Flyers win the final game of an NHL season. 28 years on this planet and it's a feeling I'm still chasing. 2010 was supposed to be the year. I mean, sure, the Flyers were in the Cup Final in 1997 but that doesn't count because 1) I was only 5 at the time so I don't really remember it all too well and 2) they got swept so I'd really prefer to just forget it ever happened. But the summer of 2010 was supposed to be glorious. Still riding the high of the Phillies in 2008, just graduating high school, and having a Flyers Stanley Cup parade to kick it all off? As the kids these days say, summer 2010 would have been a movie.
But Patrick Kane robbed me of all those memories and I'll likely never get them back. All with this goddamn shot. Walks Timonen, bottom of the left circle, under the pads of Michael Leighton, confusion, heartbreak, devastation, loss of the will to live. It was one of those moments that as soon as the puck was on Kane's stick, you had a horrible feeling in your gut. You knew what was about to happen next but you just didn't want to let yourself believe it. And when the inevitable happened, it was like someone took a rusty butterknife and started slowly driving it through your heart.
So all day I've been waiting for Chief to blog about this goddamn goal. All day I've been refreshing the main page just waiting to get triggered. Just waiting to feel that rusty butterknife start to pierce my heart again. But like some sick, twisted bastard, Chief has been letting this hang over my head all day. It's like someone telling you they're going to punch you in the face on a specific day but never telling you exactly when. You just spend the whole day cautiously looking around every corner because you never know when a fist is about to drive through your cranium. It's been torture. As if I haven't endured enough over the past 10 years since this goal was scored. How evil do you have to be? The Blackhawks would go on to win 2 more Stanley Cups after this, and he still doesn't have the decency to just use this as his "Wake Up With..." blog so I can get it over with in the beginning of the day? It's cruel and unusual to drag it out like this.
P.S. - Wonder how Michael Leighton is holding up today.