Handshakes

So, here's something I can go ahead and cross of my list of things to see before I die: A series ending playoff game with my team on top.

I was at the Dallas Stars game tonight (in the back row of the upperdeck) where I watched this suddenly resiliant and promising young time erase a third period 1 goal deficit by scoring twice in the first 150 seconds and then tacking on two more to boot.

I've never, ever experienced the energy like was in the arena after the second and third goals were scored. And, after 4 years of first round exits, the Stars were on the right side of the handshake line.

Playoff hockey. Effing A.