The sting I currently feel is actually good. It means my team is much closer to capturing the Cup than I ever would have thought possible at the start of the season.
Back when the Pens were piling up high draft picks, the only thing that excited me was which player Pittsburgh might earn the right to draft. There was no sting about not making the playoffs, no hurt about not winning hockey's holy grail, because, well, let's be real--the team was nowhere near a contender.
As much as it pains me to say that the commentator buffoons (i.e. Brett Hull and Don Cherry) were right this time around, the Pens, even in the midst of this playoff loss, are so, so close to being a legitimate and perennial Cup contender.
And it's supposed to sting when legitimate Cup contenders get bounced from the playoffs. That sting sill beats the indifference experienced by teams who have no shot at the Cup and know they have no chance.
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