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Oh, my boys, my boys. Cujo, I don't care what the final score was, my offer to bear your children stands.
Just. Oh. You gasp, and this time you don't let that breath out again, and as the red light flashes you tell yourself - numb - it's just a game, just a game, but those are real men on the ice, suffering a real loss, and you love them, you love them, and you try to breathe.
God, tears in my eyes, and I have to believe, I have to believe that I will see Stevie play again--
and ohgod they're using the graphic of him hoisting the Cup
--I will see Stevie play again, I will see Draper's smile, I will see Cujo and Manny do their splits and make the saves, I will see my boy Fish come into his own, and pray God they'll all still be in red-and-white jerseys when they do it.
Goodbye, boys. Have a good summer. You've earned it.
Just. Oh. You gasp, and this time you don't let that breath out again, and as the red light flashes you tell yourself - numb - it's just a game, just a game, but those are real men on the ice, suffering a real loss, and you love them, you love them, and you try to breathe.
God, tears in my eyes, and I have to believe, I have to believe that I will see Stevie play again--
and ohgod they're using the graphic of him hoisting the Cup
--I will see Stevie play again, I will see Draper's smile, I will see Cujo and Manny do their splits and make the saves, I will see my boy Fish come into his own, and pray God they'll all still be in red-and-white jerseys when they do it.
Goodbye, boys. Have a good summer. You've earned it.