I didn't think any of us would survive the Stanley Cup playoffs game 6 overtime. We watched the game at my parents' house, with one brother and his sons. No one spoke. We just stared at the television.
When the winning goal went into the net, no one cheered. We just stood up and stared at the television. It took a minute for us to realize that we had won the Stanley Cup. (I'm not sure my Dad believes we won still.) Dad didn't say anything after the team started skating with the Cup. The last time the Chicago Blackhawks won in 1961, he attended some of the Stanley Cup playoff games at the Chicago Stadium. This time he watched from home with some of his family.
The morning after it seems more amazing than it did the night before. It seems like a dream, but it cannot be. We have the Stanley Cup in Chicago -- and we know it because the team is taking the Cup all over town. Local television stations are keeping track of where the Cup has been.
The girls watched our team win the Stanley Cup with the biggest hockey fan ever -- Grampa. I hope we get to do it again next year.