I Take Issue With Marty Brodeur Putting An Ad Out In The Paper To Thank Devils Fans

Let me stop you right there Marty. I can tell from the beginning of your speech the other night -when Doc Emrick had to stop you as the fans drowned you out by melodically shouting your name- that you were far better with the puck than you are with words. Don't need you to struggle to think of any more for our sake. Don't get me wrong. Devils fans appreciate the gesture. It would be difficult for any true New Jerseyian not to. However, you're not the one that should be thanking us. That's not what that ceremony was about. It was about thanking you. We would all go coarse trying to start up enough 'Marty's better!' chants to properly show our appreciation for all you've done for us. The memories you speak of? Those were compliments of you. Lou Lamoriello may have made New Jersey your home, but it was your decision to pass up more money to make sure it stayed that way. All we did was show up, but with you in net how could we not? 

This is like an artist painting a beautiful picture and then writing a thank you note to each person that views it, or a waiter tipping a customer for excellent service. That gratitude is all yours Marty. Our part was easy. All we had to do was watch in awe and -more often than not- celebrate. We didn't put up those numbers, we just continually witnessed them climb to unforeseen heights. We didn't win those Stanley Cups, we just raucously celebrated them in a parking lot like we did. New Jersey owes you a thank you Marty. Thanks for making us relevant in the world of professional sports. Thanks for leaving us in wide eyed amazement on a seemingly nightly basis. Thanks for accomplishing far more than anyone else that has played your position has ever even dreamed of. More importantly, thanks for doing it all while representing a small state that is full of irritated drivers and overly opinionated assholes. The memories we gave you will last a lifetime, but the memories you gave us are forever immortalized in bronze and forever eternalized in the rafters. Somehow, that still doesn't seem like quite enough to properly thank you. So just stop there Marty, because it's our turn...