They'll have guys from the Tennessean on 104.5 and they say we're done. They said there is one guy that we would love to get (can't remember who though, a younger winger), but the price would be too high.
The Caps need a winger too, and honestly it wouldn't have bothered me that much if the they'd been the ones to pick up Jagr for the stretch run. At this point I'm resigned to the fact that he's an incarnate evil demon who's decided to play hockey forever. And the Caps are clearly never gonna win without some black magic on their side.
Playoffs are all about who gets the hot goalie though. And misery.
Losing in the playoffs blows in every sport, but hockey puts you through the wringer like nothing else. It's exhausting.
I'm going to be lying on my deathbed thinking about the puck hitting bad ice and jumping over Joé Juneau's stick on a penalty shot in four overtimes against the Penguins in 1996. And that was in the first round.