Season ending emotions.
I fell in love with them.
It was inevitable, honestly. I always do.
I like to think of the New York Rangers as a phoenix. Every year they die and then rise from the ashes over the summer; some parts evolving while others stay the same. The core of this team really has been mostly the same since that first Eastern Conference Finals run in 2011, so it's no wonder I feel such a connection with the boys on the wrong end of the handshake line last night.
Hockey is a very personal thing for me.