After a second round for the ages, all of us have a little egg on our faces, though some more than others…Matt.
| Doogie | Hoop | Matt | Gerard | Result |
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| 4-2 | 4-1 | 4-2 | 4-2 | 4-3 |
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| 4-3 | 4-2 | 4-2 | 4-1 | 4-3 |
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| 4-2 | 4-3 | 4-1 | 4-3 | 4-1 |
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| 4-2 | 4-2 | 4-3 | 4-1 | 4-2 |
| 1-3 | 3-1 | 0-4 | 2-2 | W-L |
| 10 | 7 | 15 | 10 | GO |
| 6-6 | 9-3 | 4-8 | 6-6 | W-L |
| 28 | 20 | 31 | 28 | GO |
Actually, to be perfectly fair, Matt’s picks were identical to those of one Robert McKenzie, so it’s a bit unexpected to see things blow up that badly. Also, given how Boston-Philly turned out, I actually don’t feel totally bad. I mean, if at any point the Bruins had pulled their heads out of their asses and stolen a game, it’s much more even down the stretch. As it is, Hoop has essentially won by default, Matt has been mathematically eliminated, and Gerard and I are playing for second prize. Still, as a lapsed Canadiens fan, I can’t complain about the outcome too terribly much, except to say that I’d rather have seen the 33rd installment of Habs-Bruins, and third in a row, simply as an expression of sheer cosmic will that these two teams face each other all the fucking time.
Who will win the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny out West (or as many cynics have called it, “The real Stanley Cup Final”)? Who will win the skirt-tearing slap fight of Cinderella teams out East? Answers to these questions, and many more, after the jump.
Your Stanley Cup finalists are Philadelphia and Chicago. Series starts Saturday. Go Hawks.
