I binge-watched the series over the weekend, and enjoyed it for what it was: it's a series that's clearly marketed at casual/new fans of hockey which is what is needed to grow the sport. And to do that, they were intentionally laser-focused on the players they were following, at the expense of the teams. I definitely rolled my eyes at Nylander being painted as the main factor in the Toronto-Boston series, and Tkachuck seemingly being the only player on the Panthers - or worse, the importance of Trouba's "leadership" to the Rangers. So if you can't get over that approach, then this series might be hazardous to your blood pressure...
That said, I really did appreciate the behind-the-scenes look at the lives of players. Picking out highlights, it was cute seeing Nylander and Pasta as kids, and I loved the scene of them having dinner together and their different reactions to the upcoming Leafs-Bruins series ;-). I gained a new appreciation for Filip Forsberg's moustache and felt that his wife Erin Alvey pretty much stole the show - I would watch a whole series just on her alone: he obviously married up there. Eichel was unlikeable - so fulfilled my expectations there. Swayman was probably far too honest and open than was good for him, but I ended up really respecting him and his belief in himself (if not his singing). My heart broke a bit for Landeskog and what he was going through and was glad that we got that perspective on players who defined themselves through hockey needing to find another identity through injury. And then Trouba is a meathead and Quinn is a young captain? Sorry - that's all I got on those two.
And then we get to the two-part epic final. Speaking as a Panthers fan, maybe the greatest compliment I can give to this series was that, buried very VERY deep, I felt a tiny smidgeon of something vaguely approximating sympathy watching McJesus crying his heart out after losing to us in seven. It lasted 2.3 seconds before I went back to hating the sight of all their stupid faces and their awful yucky jerseys, but it was there. And, of course, it was lovely to watch Barky hoist the cup once again for the 536th time. I could complain about the obvious editorial tilt towards the Oilers in those last two episodes, but then I just rewatch our cup celebrations and it's all good again... And man, Chucky is living his best life in Florida and all power to him!