It’s Monday, the Stanley Cup final begins tonight, and it still stings — more than any time I can recall — that the Islanders won’t be there.
My family was on a multi-generation, multi-branch vacation for the last four games, so we caught Games 4-7 in unfamiliar places. But we had each other, we had my nephews pulling for “Uncle Dominik’s team,” and last night I had my daughter tell me the one bad thing about her vacation was “the Islanders didn’t win.”
I told her they did win twice on our trip, providing two wonderful memories, but yeah.