I could honestly probably wrap up this blog here, as the most appropriate reaction to witnessing a heartwarming moment of weakness from someone whose play makes him seem immune to vulnerability is speechlessness. For a multitude of reasons, I can't say I even remotely understand what T.J. Oshie was feeling as he broke down about the ailing father that he'd soon hoist the Stanley Cup with shortly after acheiving his lifelong dream of winning it in front of him. However, if I were to give an unbelievably poor comparison to make things even somewhat mildly relatable, I'd say that the hearts of those involved were probably somehow about 10,000x more full than those of these two...
In crying along with the innumerable amount of complete strangers who were soaking their cheeks while sympathizing with just about the widest variety of emotions, 'Captain America' reminded us that, on rare occasion, sports can be just as meaningful as they typically are meaningless. Beyond it being merely a game at it's core, this is what hockey at it's most heartfelt is all about. It's been a struggle to try to put into words what last night must have meant for both T.J. Oshie and his family, so I'll let the pictures finish this one up with a couple thousand...
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