Why I'm Hoping For a Washington v. Vancouver Stanley Cup Final

Heather ParryCorrespondent IMay 7, 2009

DALLAS - JANUARY 23:  Eastern Conference All-Star Alex Ovechkin #8 of the Washington Capitals scores a goal against Western Conference All-Star goaltender Roberto Luongo #1 of the Vancouver Canucks during the 'Shootout' in the 2007 NHL All-Star Skills Game on January 23, 2007 at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas.  (Photo by Jeff Gross/Getty Images)

If years and years of watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs has taught me anything, it's that miracles can happen.

And by "miracles" of course, I mean unexpected upsets resulting from hard work, determination, and just a little bit of luck.

For this reason, I don't feel quite as ridiculous as I should when I say that I'm hoping for a 2009 finals series that pitches the Vancouver Canucks against the Washington Capitals.

Yeah, yeah, I know what everyone says: the Caps will never get past "human wall" Tim Thomas and his Boston Bruins.

On principle, I agree.

Yet there's something that stirs within me watching the ever-growing strength of Washington's second and third lines, and their new-found confidence in front of the enigmatic Varlamov that says different.

Is it hope, perhaps?

Sure, they haven't even got past Sidney Crosby and Pittsburgh yet, but through my rose-tinted glasses it doesn't seem all that unlikely, even in the wake of tonight's OT loss.

It's not just that I want them to win the conference either. I specifically want them to meet the Canucks at the end.

Again, I know that the surprisingly hot Blackhawks and whoever comes out of the Anaheim-Detroit series triumphant (Detroit, surely) both stand in the way of Roberto Luongo hoisting, or rather posing with, the Campbell Trophy, but in the realm of my fantasy final that's all just a side story.

Just imagine it: Varlamov, the sprawling spider of a man who's suddenly appeared from nowhere, up against the much more experienced but sporadically inconsistent Luongo, Ryan Kesler and Alex Burrows getting shirty with the likes of Donald Brashear, and king of speed Alex Ovechkin coming up against the indefatigable Sedin brothers.

It would be hockey heaven.

It would also be a triumph of youthful vitality—the kids beating the old hands of Boston and Detroit, and pushing themselves to the very limits of their strength and speed.

Most of all though, it would be horrendously exciting; end to end, exhausting, and thoroughly thrilling.

Here's hoping.


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