With all our tears sufficiently cried out until around 11:01 tomorrow morning, we turn our attention to something important happening on the ice, as the Stanley Cup Finals begin 2 days before the start of June.
The Kings have gone through opponents the way Henry VIII went through wives, exerting as little effort as possible before tossing them to the curb, and have played exactly 2 games over the minimum heading into tonight's Game 1. They're back in the Finals for the first time since a spry Wayne Gretzky pitch-forked a plucky LA team past those upstarts from Toronto to face off against a legendary French Canadian goalie who was trying to show he still could carry a team to a Cup.
Standing in their way of their first ever Cup are the Devils, making their 5th appearance in the Finals since 2 years before 1997 (when Red Wing fans discovered what hockey was). New Jersey isn't doing anything flashy to get where they are, just riding future trillionaire Zach Parise through the Eastern Conference playoffs to stand 4 wins away from their 4th Cup in 17 years.
The only thing guaranteed from this series is that the winner will be the lowest-seed ever to take home Lord Stanley, and despite having multiple home games, the Devils will still bleed money like it's going out of style.
Personally, I like Kings in 6, only because I think Martin Brodeur steals a game before the Kings take their customary 3-0 series lead.