I'll just treat it like an Irish wake tonight . . . drink and sing hockey songs.
Well, we didn't sing any hockey songs as I recall, but we did raise a few at the "Happy Hour" this evening in D.C. A wake, indeed.
Eleven of us (they were kind enough to remember to invite me, so I guess that makes me PRIMEtime..... get it? 11? Oh, well....), and we did raise a few to the game, and the friends it's brought us over the past several seasons.
I truly hope we meet again, before long.
Until then, happy trails to all. Keep your sticks on the ice.