- Alix MacLean also blogs at Alix Reads Too Much
I have finally mustered up the mildest bit of enthusiasm for the Stanley Cup Final. It’s frigging June. This is getting ridiculous.
Game 5 is tomorrow night. The Kings almost swept New Jersey, sweet Christ, I wish they had. I’m still recovering my hockey-watching mental energy from the triple overtime game between Washington and the Rangers a month ago. I can’t take much more of this.
So what happens when the Stanley Cup final consists of two teams you don’t care about? Last year was half fun: both teams were villains in my books, and a whole city was destroyed. This year, I’m rooting for L.A., just because, ugh, I want this to be over. I know nothing about their team except for the fact that Jonathan Quick has the best/funniest name for a goalie, they have great beards, they have purple on their sweaters, and…?
My prediction: Kings in 6. I’d like to think they will finish it tomorrow night, but I’m wrong a lot.