grand while it lasted

The Flyers went down last night in overtime to the Blackhawks. I gather it happened on a fluky goal by Patrick Kane, the one who got away. I confess that by then I was drifting off to sleep. I wish there had been a game seven but only regret that I did not get to see the two teams shake hands at the end of the game, a ritual unlike any other in sports. It was too bad that the series had to end but the first period of game five indicated that the Blackhawks had stopped playing Amstel-Lite hockey. It was an improbably great run for the Flyers. Congratulations to all.