Only 58.3 seconds remained on the clock.
It felt like a lifetime.
Dave Bolland had just mustered in the eventual game-winning goal a mere 17 seconds after Bryan Bickell tied up the game at two. I, like most fans, was on the edge of my seat.
The pure jubilation of what had just occurred within that last minute or so had turned into pure dread as the Chicago Blackhawks needed to close the door on this amazing Stanley Cup Final.
This series had become such an epic back-and-forth battle that doubt continued to creep into my mind as players scrambled and fought to keep the puck out of their zone. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the clock struck zeroes and the ice at the TD Garden became littered with sticks, gloves and helmets as the team celebrated at the end of the ice.
Being just 27 years old, I have not experienced many championships in my lifetime.
Sure, the Chicago Bulls dominated the mid-'90s, but MJ and his crew finished off their championship run when I was just 12 years old, and at that age, I never truly appreciated what those cha ...
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