After a two-year absence, the New York Islanders have again returned to the NHL playoffs, and, in the parlance of our times, I am here for this.
Which means, of course, that I am a total freaking wreck.
But my consciousness-forming years were spent watching the finale of the dynasty. I stayed awake for the whole Easter Epic, I felt the ‘88 fall to Cinderella (to think I was happy for Lou’s Devils for finally unseating Mickey Mouse and making the playoffs!), Volek, Bates and Tavares.
Which is to say, I know there will be momentary highs.