Well, actually, no, I didn't, and considering the filthy mitts (not in a good way) of those pesky Chicago Blackhawks got to touch that glorious silver chalice because of some stupid technicalities like "winning a seven-game series" and "winning four series in a row," I might not even want to touch it in its current state.
I don't need no stinkin' trophy though. I get to write this post! And brag about how smart I am about the Stanley Cup Playoffs!
Out of a possible 404 points, none of us got even half.