In order for a player to get his name on the cup, the player must either (1) have played 41 games or more for the team in the regular season (and still be property of the team at the end of the season), or (2) have played at least one game in the Stanley Cup Finals.
What’s most remarkable (and hilarious) about MacLean’s comparison is how halting and bumbling his delivery is, the pregnant pauses, caused (I imagine) by the sound of his producer in his earpiece screaming “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING SHUT UP ABORT ABORT!”
And I’m shocked, really. I didn’t think the Flyers would lose to New Jersey. To the Rangers maybe, but not the Devils. I’m happy for Ponikarovsky and Harrold though.
Here is a great idea that I don’t have the ability to do, but which I would really love to see: a photo gallery showing each current Los Angeles King player circa May 1993 (a.k.a. the last time the Kings were in the Conference Finals). Clifford (born 1991) in diapers, Loktionov and Voynov (both 1990)…
Here is the line-up for the last (and only other) Kings team to play in the conference finals. It’s fun to stare at. How many of the Kings current players were out of diapers in 1993?
Some things I like about this matchup: Kings open on the road. Easy travel. More than that, I’m afraid to say. I am superstitious. But if I weren’t, I might have said I’m more afraid of Nashville.
People from Anaheim are not allowed to make fun of the Valley. I’m sure you’re aware that Anaheim is technically a part of the Greater Los Angeles Metropolitan Area. You’re a suburb. You’re the Valley but farther away. I’m not sure, but I think you might be the Valley, to the Valley.
…Kopitar saving that one, not Quick? (Yep, confirmed by replay)
Remember how the Kings used to blow those big leads going into the third? Those days are over. OVER! Remember when the Kings would score a goal only to give one up ten seconds later? Or give up a goal and then give up another one right away, just to make their hole a little deeper? NO MORE! Remember when the Kings would freak out at home like kindergarteners at the school play? Distant, fondly-recalled memories of our youth!