There has to be a morning after…

Minutes after watching Milan Lucic and Mike Komisarik shake hands at center ice, I commented to no one in particular that I felt a void now that the Bruins season is over.  I have to admit, and this may sound silly to all you non-sports-following church geeks out there (that’s said with love), I fell in love with this team.  They never quit.  They never gave in, even after giving up 8 goals at home to Toronto.  I would imagine that the team wanted to challenge Montreal to two more games in hopes of making it a best-of-nine.  Clearly, the best team won; Boston had no rights going to a seventh game.  Montreal just wasn’t as good as everyone thought, and Boston was a little better than they were given credit for.  So after the Caps-Flyers tonight, I will take a break from watching the playoffs for a while, hide in my cave, wonder if they’ll resign Metropolit, thinking who would take Glen Murray for a fifth-round pick.  Maybe that’s the void, the resting.  The resignation that sits and forces you to not do anything.  Maybe this is all too deep; after all, it’s just hockey.