A simple 'like' for this post just doesn't do justice.
What a ride. What a crazy ride. I'm so happy for so many people who will be affected by this.
My son just graduated from high school and is moving on to tackle life as a young adult. For his final Spring Break we decided to go on a 3-game road trip to follow the Blues. At the time I was booking our flights and hotels, they were at the bottom of the rankings. For the rest of his life, he'll remember that trip that we took during the season the Blues won their first Stanley Cup. This night has capped off that special father/son time in a unique way that is going to be etched into his memory forever. Some day, I'll be dead and gone, and he'll look back on his memories of times with me, and I have to think that trip and the many games we've watched together will be something he cherishes. I sure hope so.
And I know that all across Blues fandom, there are many poignant stories like this. Families that have shared the hard times, and now the good. Loved ones who have passed on, that we can remember in a more distinct way because of our shared experience cheering for the Blues over the years.
The Stanley Cup is just a trophy. But its also a symbol of an incredible amount of work, sacrifice, luck, perseverance, selflessness. And its a symbol for the whole city to share in.