And just like a Bolt of Lightning, the season was over. Something that seemed impossible became possible, then hopeful followed by confident. Then, in an instant, all that remained was sudden shock and confusion like the final frame of The Sopranos. Lightning fans had barely enough time to blink before they realized that there would be no more hockey this year. The Bruins go on to the Stanley Cup Championship; The Lightning go home. That's it? We're done? It just doesn't seem right. My beard was just starting to reach the Grizzly Adams stage. I wanted ZZ Top before all was said and done. This isn't fair. Where's everybody going? It's not over! Turn those machines back on!
Sports, as we all know thanks to the first few minutes of ABC's Wide World of Sports, has an ugly flip-side to the thrill of victory. The feeling of flying off a ski jump at 80mph completely out of control, face planting the tundra and dragging slowly to a stop leaving a man-made trench and a yard sale of ski equipment and body parts behind you. What ever happened to that guy, anyway? And just what the hell kind of event was that? It looked like he flew off a tool shed or something.
Where was I?
