Waterworks. Absolute waterworks. Like chopping onions during allergy season while watching Julius visit Gary in the hospital and G-Baby slowly passing away in the picture-in-picture. I went into this video thinking it wasn't going to get this emotional and as soon as this guy's hand got inches away from the Cup it's like someone hit the handle and immediately flushed out my tear ducts. I know hockey fans - such as myself - constantly talk about how the Stanley Cup is the greatest trophy in sports, but it's tough to argue against that when you see stuff like this. Really gives you an idea of why the players are so speechless after hoisting it. It's the only trophy in sports for which one touch of it can nearly make up for almost 30 years of lost sight. Between the sheer size of it, the decades upon decades of history etched into it, and the tradition behind it, I can't imagine not being overwhelmed by it's presence. I don't want to trivialize blindness, but in a way I am jealous that I will never have a moment as special as this guy just had with his son. If there was a way to bottle the feeling this man had as his hands rode up the sides of the biggest piece of hockey history the retail on it would be priceless. And to do it with his son for which he shares such a close bond through the sport? It just doesn't get any better than that. Now excuse me while I stand in the mirror for the next half hour and try to blink the redness out of my eyes...
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