(Today's festival of overwriting, tortured logic and mangled syntax is brought to you by Craig Stanke, who whipped them all in his day and still had the time and strength to close with a beer. Typists everywhere salute you on your journey, Gray Eagle.)
The Stanley Cup Final reminds us of three things. Good goaltending overcomes a multitude of sins, good penalty killing overcomes even more and that one should savor moments like this when they come because they may not come again for awhile.
We're not kidding about that last one. It's time for a new collective bargaining agreement, and neither the revolutionaries nor the oppressors have seen fit to meet yet.
This, I think we can all agree, is stupid.