The Detroit Red Wings: Stanley Cup Champions!

YAH! WHOO WHOO!

I never doubted. I Never wavered. Not when that team from Chattanooga tied the first round series 2-2, chasing Hasek from net. Or was it Memphis? Anyway, somewhere in Tennessee. I never doubted when I was being stalked by the jinx fairy, nor when my large screen T.V. was haunted. I perservered through injury (hoarse throat and sleep deprivation) but I just kept coming. I think it's apparent that I have a bigger heart than given credit for. I always knew we would do it.

I'd just like to take a moment to thank The Red Wing organization for drafting me as a lifelong fan. It was all worth it, even during my high school days when they were known as the dead wings. I'd like to thank the country of Sweden and all of Scandinavia, for producing some of the greatest hockey players in the world, and for producing my great-grandfather Nils. Without him I wouldn't be here, and therefore the Wings probably wouldn't either. I'd also like to thank my wife of 22 years for standing by me while I completely ignored here during Red Wing games (and during Lions, Tigers, Pistons, ... and golf, college Lacrosse, Nascar, that Japanese tv show where they run thru that ridiculous obstacle course, etc...) You can't bring home the hardware unless you are ready to go that extra mile honey! I'd also like to thank my kids for standing tall in the face of suffering any saucy language I may have allegedly let slip in moments of weakeness or exhilaration. But most of all, I'd like to give a hearty THANK YOU to you, the bloggees of Chattering Teeth. The pleasure of my words are all yours, I'm sure. Enjoy!

LET'S GO RED WINGS! Let's do it again next year!