What she means: It’s dead. It’s finally dead. No one can ever make that fucking “Gimme an Alex Ovechkin to drink, it’s a White Russian without a cup.” No fucking Yinzer bar can have a sign with a “Went to Ovi’s house to party but there weren’t any cups.” YOU FUCKERS CAN’T EVER SAY IT ANY MORE. IT’S DEAD, KILLED IN GLORIOUS FASHION. NOW POUR ME AN ALEX OVECHKIN– A WHITE RUSSIAN SERVED IN A BIG SILVER CUP, RIMMED WITH SALTY TEARS AND FINISHED WITH A DON CHERRY.
And one last thing. Before the year, I said – not me saying this, us saying – we’re not gonna be fucking suck this year! We’re the Stanley Cup Champions!
He hugged teammate Andre Burakovsky’s father, then
Nicklas Backstrom’s family and then Dmitry Orlov’s wife, Varvara, who
finally told him his own loved ones were on their way. At the sight of
his crying, pregnant wife Nastya, Ovechkin rushed over to kiss her and
then hug his in-laws. An NHL official asked Ovechkin if he was ready to
leave the ice and hold a news conference as the Conn Smythe Trophy
winner, the postseason’s most valuable player. But Ovechkin was still looking for his brother in the mayhem on the ice. He wanted to take a picture.
…Finally ready to leave the T-Mobile Arena ice, Ovechkin kicked off his
skates and tossed on teammate Evgeny Kuznetsov’s slippers before sitting
down at a table on a raised stage. The Stanley Cup was to his right.
After fulfilling his media obligations, Ovechkin
handed Tom Wilson the Stanley Cup, players eager to snap photos beside
it. Ovechkin then made his rounds, the picture of a captain who wanted
to acknowledge everyone who played a part. He hugged forward T.J. Oshie
while he was holding his daughter, Lyla, Ovechkin pressing both of them
against his broad chest. He nearly slipped as he embraced Devante
Smith-Pelly and then his family. At the sight of Greg Holtby, father of
goaltender Braden, Ovechkin wrapped both arms around him and lifted him
off the ice.
“I can’t wait to see my mom and kiss her,” he said. “I can’t wait to call my dad and say, ‘We did it.’”
He
was mindful to acknowledge past teammates who had moved into
front-office roles with the organization, passing the Stanley Cup to
Olie Kolzig, the great Capitals goaltender who had been lost in the
Stanley Cup finals in 1998. After taking the trophy to pose with a
friend’s son on the ice, Ovechkin handed it to forward Alex Chiasson, a
healthy scratch for the entire final series. “Take it,” Ovechkin told
him. “It’s yours.”
Ovechkin watched as every
team scout lifted the Stanley Cup. He then ushered everyone into the
locker room while he waited on the ice, wanting to be the last one to
arrive – along with the team’s new prize – for the champagne-soaked
celebration.
This entire article will destroy you with how much Alex Ovechkin loves his family and team, but the only bit of info that was truly a surprise to me was that Ovi once ate three cantaloupes at a
fan event when
just moving along like everyone else 