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"For the hockey diehards lucky enough to witness the electric madness of Game 7 in person, there were scores of jolting little deaths and sudden revivals.
"With every mad rush up the ice by the Canes or Sabres, hopes and fears would rise with the hammering pace of a fan's heartbeat.
"With every furious scramble in front of a wide-mouthed goal, anticipation or dread would flood the brain, frozen by slow-moving seconds of blurred ice action and a long-held breath.
"Every body-slamming hit brought a roar of delight or indignation.
"Every red light and horn blast signaled Armageddon or salvation, doom or rapture.
"And when that final horn sounded, only Caniacs felt the renewal of victory, the flush of the Eastern Conference championship and the fresh, bright chance of winning Lord Stanley's battered cup."
The go-ahead goal was indeed a thing of beauty. From my bar stool vantage point, I could see the puck lingering outside the crease. You knew someone in a red jersey was going to streak in and put the puck in the net. How fitting that it was Brind'Amour.
the Canes will be favored over Edmonton. No argument there. But a word of caution. The Oilers are an eight seed on a mission.