May the best one win!

I have been struck down by the flu: the hockey fever has taken hold of me. Evening after evening, I alternate between my favorites and watch the Senators and the Habs triumph or writhe in pain as they sail to victory or crash to defeat. Within my body, I follow them in their ups and downs, go to bed exhilarated or sad and wake up the same depending on the previous night's performance.

I don't watch hockey during the regular season so I am always surprised by the virulence of the attack. This year, I can indulge in my passion (and I do!) which is great. With the "new" regulations, the game is so much smoother, a throwback to the years that followed the games against the Russians when we changed our ways to embrace speed and sgility over brute force. Hockey as an art form.

If all goes well, the Senators and the Habs will meet soon. And then what do I do? Support my adopted home team or stay true to my roots? Either way I will cheer the winner and follow them through the Cup, with sadness in my heart for those who didn't quite make it. There is no excess too great for a goal so great as the Stanley Cup.

May the best one win!