Helga without the H

I feel so empty post-hockey. Don’t know what to do with myself. I’m living life like I just went through a bad break-up: just keep skimming through hockey article after hockey article, reliving the pain of last night, when the stupid Rangers ripped my heart out. Agh, but we had good times, didn’t we, Caps? Kuzy and Nicky and Holtby and of course dear Ovi. Need to chance my Facebook cover photo, those smiling Winter Classic winning faces just stare back from my screen and taunt me. And my bracket is in shambles. What now, what now? Remember the good. Damn good series, boys. Take a well-deserved break, and seeya in the fall.