One memorable win. One glimpse into the potential brightness of the future. One reminder of the greatness of Cory Schneider. One more reason to cheer for something other than draft position. One "fuck you" to an insufferable, entitled fan base with the most fictitious superiority complex in all of professional sports. One overtime gut punch to the New York Rangers.
That's all that was needed. Back to your regularly scheduled tanking please. As far as I am concerned, the season ended last night and it ended on the highest of notes. These next ten games might technically "count", but I certainly don't need them to be treated that way.
No feeling will top the feeling of watching the Devils turn the tables by oh-so-narrowly grasping victory from the clutches of defeat. Nothing will best the thrill of watching the spirit of Martin Brodeur possess the body of Cory Schneider as he threw a flawless poke check in a pressure packed situation. Nothing will stop the heart quite like the net mouth scramble that - for what seems like the first time all season - didn't end up in the back of their net. Nothing will be quite as exhilarating as two talented young kids outlasting the laws of endurance to lead a game winning odd man rush. The joy that I - and most Devils' fans - felt as Joseph Blandisi slid the puck over the goal line and started letting out the frustrations of his entire franchise on a pane of glass can't be topped, so let's hope that they don't play their way into a worse pick by trying to recreate it.
P.S. I suppose you could add "one NHL goal for John Quenneville", and "one pummeling from the enraged hands of Miles Wood", because those moments were pretty awesome as well...