The scene was gut-wrenching, the moment embarrassing and unrepresentative of the regular season.
Montreal collected at center ice, sticks in the air.
Smiles.
The Habs fans swinging towels above their head, from the ice view, a wall of red and white whipping back and forth.
Chanting.
Oleeeeeee…ole ole ole…Oleeeeeee…Oleeeeeeee
The Lightning, having gone through the post-series handshake line, having come from 3-1 down to tie Game 4 only to have a puck drift into goal in the last minute, having watched a promising regular season with 46 wins and 101 points derail in four nightmarish playoff games over seven short days, trudged off the ice into the darkness of the tunnel to the locker room, their Stanley Cup run over without even one win.