I watched Game 7 at the Ziegfeld tonight with a few hundred die-hard fans and 3 of my favorite Ranger fans. I was exchanging e-mails or on the phone with several others during intermissions.Something special was developing on the big HD screen. A happy ending was ever so tantalizing close.
I allowed myself to think about matchups with the Bruins. I was yelling more at the screen that I do at the Garden. But any fantasy of a second round series was snatched away with quickness of a Sergei Fedorov rocket with 4:59 to go from the right hashmark over Henrik Lundqvist's left hand. A few minutes later, the series and the season were over. Official recap here.
The last goal of the Rangers' season was scored by Nik Antropov.
It also gave them their last lead of the season at 1-0 in the first period.

I saw a team of warriors - too many to mention right now but Sean Avery, Henrik Lundqvist and Michal Rosival get special praise for leaving their hearts on the ice.
Not in your house. One of several stunning saves made by #30 to keep the Blueshirts in the game.

Too bad the refs ignore the beating Sean Avery took once again.
If they had paid attention, they would have seen the tremendous game he played.

I saw an entire team play with passion, heart, courage and guts. Even Aaron Voros.
I saw a team whose flaws manifested themselves at the worst possible time.
I saw a team that cannot finish, cannot convert opportunities, cannot set up one timers, cannot hit open nets.
I saw an outmanned team on hostile ice with indifferent refs outplay the number 2 seed, control the ice, forecheck and defend as well as any other remaining team in the playoffs.
I saw a team show how well they can play by putting together perhaps the best 40 minutes of hockey they played all season during the first two periods of a 1-1 game.
I saw a defensive unit that never allowed the ballyhooed Ovechklin to score a meaningful goal over 7 games.
I saw a team that exasperates me, tries my patience, infuriates me and makes me hoarse from screaming.
I saw a team that did not panic.
I saw a team that succumbed to the relentless pressure of its opponent including being outshot 13-1 in the decisive final period.
In the 89th game, the season ended with 4:59 to go.

I saw a team that did justice to the Rangers logo as opposed to the prior 2 games and acquit themselves with class as opposed to its opponents in red, their classless fans and the imbeciles that run the NHL.
I saw MY team make me damn proud even though I saw its season end.

Next season seems so far away.
The time for reminiscing, recriminations and speculation is for the proverbial morning after.
Right now, I need some time to mourn the end of another Rangers season but I am thankful for the joy, drama, and heartache I felt over the course of a season of 89 games.

---Tony

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