Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Look Who Just Choked

Late Wednesday evening,'s Gene Wang posited this:

I'm sure whether this was the worst loss in franchise history will be debated for many days to come.
Allow me to settle this brain-buster of a debate right now: this is by far the worst loss in Caps history, one of the worst losses in DC sports history, and right up there with one of the biggest choke jobs in sports history ever. No NHL #1 seed had ever lost a series to a #8 seed after leading 3-1. Until tonight.

True, this is just par for the course for the Caps. That's 7 series in the last 26 years the Caps have lost after being up by two games. But this Caps team was supposed to be different. No Caps team has ever had a legitimate Stanley Cup shot. These Caps not only had a legitimate shot - they were historically dominant during the regular season. They have the league's best second best player. The Habs are mediocre at best, which they were this series. This should've been a cakewalk.

Debated, Gene? There is no debate. Case closed.


  1. I was at the scene of the accident and it was unspeakably awful and quiet after the first Canadian goal. I don't have much to say, but here are actual comments I received after the game:

    Red Rover: I am in actual physical agony

    Rico Fantastic: I just don't care about anything right now.......I've never been closer to killing myself.........I ran in front of a car tonight and it swerved out of the way, as did I.........I guess I'm not as serious as I thought, but I'm still a wreck.....a mess

    I drank a half bottle of whiskey by myself in a corner only skunks visit. And you know what?
    I liked it.

  2. Ryan[still]heartseverythingCapsApril 29, 2010 at 5:49 PM

    I chose not to attend last night because the Caps had lost both of the other home games I went to. At the end of the second period I decided to, rather than watch the remainder of the game, listen to Kolbe's play-by-play as I drove laps around the beltway (which is what I do when I am experiencing HIGH levels of emotional distress after rush hour). As the final seconds ticked away and finally the horn sounded there was never a more serious thought in my head -I was going to commit fiery vehicular suicide. Fantasies of destruction and scenes from Michael Bay movies ran like escaped convicts through my conscience...

    And then I came to my exit and drove home. And wrote Ted an email to tell him I love him...

    Because I realized that there is no way, as shitty as I felt, there is no way my demoralization reached half of that felt by our players, coaches, and the man himself. Through this beautiful disaster we must all endure.

  3. Well said, Ryan. Glad you didn't decide to off yourself, too.


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