LeetchisGod
This is a bad hockey team.
In '94, I was 8. I stayed up for nearly the entire Game 7 against NJ with my dad but ended up falling asleep prior to Matteau's goal. I remember walking to the store with him the next day and him telling me about it, and what it meant. I remember the seriousness in his voice. It felt special.
I remember all types of superstitions in my house. I remember my family saying "Richy-Tikki-Tavi" over and over again (Richter-Tikkanen-McTavish). It comes from a Rudyard Kipling book about a mongoose. I don't know if that was a common thing or something my family invented.
I remember Sam Rosen's call in Game 7 v. Vancouver and the champagne spraying everywhere, and the jumping around that commenced.
My grandfather died 2 years before, having never seen the Rangers win the Cup.
I remember all of that...but I don't remember the first two rounds. I don't remember the regular season (from memory, other than from articles/video). I didn't see Matteau's goal live. I don't remember the intricacies of the game.
This is different. This is my turn. I remember every second of this season, and I don't care if the bar studying takes up all my time, I will sleep a little less on those 7 days if need be, because I have been waiting my entire life to experience what my dad did.
I've seen the Knicks make it and lose. I've seen the Mets make it and lose. I've seen Rangers and Mets just fall short of making it. I've seen the Giants make it and lose, and make it and win twice. All of that pales by a wide margin to this if I get to see Henrik and co. lift Lord Stanley's Cup.
I hear you. I'm spoiled as a Yankees and Giants fan but 1994 cup is still my favorite sports moment. I was 19 and on summer break from college. I still remember my college friends calling to heckle me when Greg Adams scored in ot of game 1.
