Massachusetts magic: the Stanley Cup

Keepers of the cup

At the end of our first day in the Berkshires, we turned on Game 6 of the Stanley Cup final, just in time to see our home team’s last-minute comeback over the Bruins to clinch the trophy.  “You can put it to rest,” I kept saying to the set while Chicago trailed. “It’ll all be over if you can just get a goal.”  Suddenly it was, as the Hawks surprised everyone by scoring two.

The Bruins, their fans, the announcers fell quiet.  The jubilant Hawks lifted the gleaming Cup high.  We whooped with delight, naughty as children, conscious of being in Bruins’ territory.