You just can’t make this stuff up. I mean, you really can’t. The home finale couldn’t have gone more perfectly. It was amazing in every way possible.
What a way to send Mo, Lehts and Turco off in style. All three had great games, and were the three stars of the game. They deserved it. There aren’t enough words to describe my joy about last night.
To describe it best, last night was irony galore. I liked the little touch of Mike Modano-wannabe extraordinaire, Bobby Ryan, getting both Duck goals. I loved that Mo and Lehts were vintage Modano and Lehtinen. It meant a lot to me as a Stars fan that those two won the shootout for us.
Now, admit it: all you really wanted was for Mike Modano to get a goal in the final home game. I’ll come right out and say that that’s what I wanted. It’s what we all wanted. I think he needed to score one last time at home for us to be satisfied. I wanted to hear the roar of the crowd and the ovation he got if he scored a goal. Never mind that his stick was a tad high. The refs HAD to give it to him. That’s what you do for a classy player who’s about to hang up the skates. I cannot stress enough how perfect it was.
Every time that Modano got the puck, you could hear this collective gasp. Even if it was a mere dump-in, we couldn’t help but get excited. We wanted that Modano goal bad. Thank the hockey gods we got it. And a creative little assist for that matter, as well.
To be honest, as soon as I saw that we were going to a shootout, my mind went wild. All I could think about was how wrong it was that it had to end in a shootout loss. Hiller had been outstanding throughout the game and let’s face it, it hasn’t exactly been a great year for shootouts. But there was a big part of me that believed we could win it, just for the hell of it. I knew Mo would shoot and when he made it, I literally jumped out of my seat and started screaming out of happiness. Then, when I saw Jere getting ready to shoot all I was thinking was, “No. There is no freakin’ way it’ll end like this. Nothing goes that perfectly.” Needless to say, I’m glad I was wrong.
A side note to last night’s game is Philip Larsen who made his debut. I just wanted to recognize that, since it was obviously overshadowed by Modano, Lehtinen, and Turco. I liked what I saw from Phil and I’m eager to see him as a full-time Star.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I will cherish April 8, 2010 forever. Rarely is a meaningless regular season game so compelling, so epic. I’m so thankful that we the fans got the opportunity to send off three great Dallas Stars, unlike the way we never got to give Sergei Zubov a proper, much-deserved good-bye.
For twenty seasons, we’ve watched Mike Modano be our franchise. It’s always been a lot of the same: goals, assists, franchise records, that jersey flapping in the wind et cetera. Last night, we finally saw the great #9 do something different.
He broke down and cried.
Thanks for everything, Mo, Jere, and Turco. Thank you so, so much.
Say it with me…
ONE MO YEAR! LEHTS GO STARS!
You’d better believe it.