Beginnings and endings are easy. I remember with perfect recollection the day I lost my first dog and the night I met the woman I love. Middles are tougher. I don’t know what I had for lunch the day the Caps shut out the Lightning or what the weather was when Nate Schmidt scored on the Blue Jackets.
So, our hockey team was felled once again by a familiar foe, marking one more failure in a very long line. It’s a painful punctuation on a season that I can still recall fondly – though that fondness is a bit more vague now. How can we reconcile another brutal ending with all the good that came before?