If you haven't read this piece by Down Goes Brown on Wednesday, the day of Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals between the Vancouver Canucks and Boston Bruins, you should probably stop what you're doing and go do so. Like, right now.
DGB is known for the humor, and this certainly has some humor in it, but it's really actually just a pretty poignant little thing. For all of the back and forth and the differences between the teams that have been highlighted over the last two weeks, it's quite possible that the Bruins and Canucks are just exactly the freakin' same.
Your team waltzed through the second round against Peter Forsberg's old team, then beat that non-traditional southern team in the conference finals. And there you were, back in the Stanley Cup finals for the first time in a generation. Who can forget that last time you played for Lord Stanley's mug, back in the early 90s? I bet you can still picture your team competing furiously, proudly representing those black and yellowish-gold uniforms that they wore then and perhaps still do, before finally going down to a bitter defeat. Damn you, Mark Messier!
Go read the whole thing. It's worth it, and it's likely more satisfying than anything else you'll read today.