I guess my only question is, when does it end? That's not at all a desperate plea for the clock to strike midnight on the Cinderella season of the Golden Knights. Unlike almost every executive on the NHL payroll, I want what's best for hockey. An expansion team in a non-traditional market making an immediate playoff run with an upstart group that's thrown together recyclables just about as efficiently as those community initiatives that somehow repurpose actual trash as eco-friendly playgrounds is good for business. Plus, the 11th hour has a much different meaning in a city where time is of absolute no essence, so it's very fitting that the nightcap to this fairytale is getting extended one round at a time. That being said, are we really going to exhaust even the most implausible of feel good stories during their first season in the league? I wanted to force a topical gambling reference here, but I truly don't think there's anything available at the sportsbook that's as unlikely as a stay-at-home defenseman who came into the contest having scored 12 goals in 322 career games coming back to haunt the team that let him walk by stepping up into the play, getting down on one knee, and unleashing a game winning one-timer like he got body snatched by Brent Burns. If it embarrasses an organization that encourages Drew Doughty then I'm typically all for it, but was Marc-Andre Fleury completing his slow and steady transformation from postseason parking cone to impenetrable shield of armor not a perfect enough narrative for a team that's been producing them as frequently as the rainbows they keep shooting out of their ass?
Did defying all sorts of odds and analytics to sweep up the divisional opponent with which they are most likely to become rivals in their first ever postseason series as a franchise make for more of a filler column than a front page story?
I'm a big fan of the "how you like me now?" angle that was produced by the most unlikely of sources, but Brayden McNabb sealing the Kings' fate feels a little too fit for a movie script that's being acted out hourly on the strip. I don't hate that the Vegas Golden Knights can't stop, won't stop making the rest of the league look stupid. However, now that they've silenced Hollywood, could they at least space out the show times on their ironic acts of comeuppance before they saturate the market and force us all to start resenting them in the same way we begin to resent their city during the cab ride to the airport?
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