Knock Knock

  Given the late hour I was surprised to hear a knock at the door.  Reluctantly I answered.

  "Hey, Lord Stanley.  Long time no see."

  "You look surprised to see me."

  "I thought you had a parade in Vancouver, tomorrow?"

  "Canceled.  Bunch of dumb Canadians."

  "How long you staying?"

  "At least a year." 

  "Well, my dear old friend put your feet up.  Happy to be back in Boston?"

  "Very.'" 

  "I ain't often right but I've never been wrong."  A couple of days ago I said that Roberto (Better to be thought the fool rather than open your mouth and confirm it) Luongo could be had.  He was.  I said Tyler Seguin had to play.  He had a big assist on the pivotal second goal in Game 7.  

  Finally, I said this morning that Vancouver (I think Canuck is French for coward) whose organization from the GM to the coach to every last player were selfish, classless, and completely unworthy of a championship did not deserve The Cup.  As for their idiot fans they actually stayed to boo the Bruins and the Cup, enough said there.  Even the television announcers were pro-Vancouver. 

  So while many of the Faithful had their doubts, I never wavered.  Meeting Daddy and YZERTIME for a little surf and celebration.  Going to see if that Cup floats.

  KOKO