In putting together this commemorative Stanley Cup championship section, I was most moved by the moments that we might miss, that might slip away too soon.
When it was over, and Sidney Crosby had finally completed his 12-month mastery of the hockey world, he skated toward Mario Lemieux on the Bridgestone Arena ice and grinned.
A Tennessee radio reporter who'd been chasing Patric Hornqvist around the Bridgestone Center ice, this after the Penguins had just claimed the Stanley Cup.
Matt Murray had just stopped all 27 pucks the Predators put his way in Game 6, following a shutout in Game 5, and he wound up with 64 consecutive saves.
The Penguins are generally synonymous with youth. They showcase one of hockey's youngest fan bases. They've got a wonderful group of young players.
It was December in Tampa, two days shy of the the one-year anniversary of the Penguins hiring a new coach.
Sometimes GMs receive too much credit. Then there was Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final at Bridgestone Arena, which may have marked Jim Rutherford's finest moment.
Mario Lemieux gripped the Stanley Cup, raised his eyebrows, raised his rosy cheeks into a childlike smile, raised the Cup itself, then lowered it for the customary kiss.
The big, bad Blue Jackets were built, on and off the ice, to beat the Penguins. They prioritized toughness on the roster, pushed a phony rivalry on their fans.
Canada's capital had been blessed, if you can call it that, with a boring hockey team, badly banged up and yet, somehow, the backward-skating Senators were in the Eastern final.
It was all one big party for Music City, from the multi-platinum country stars to the mass of humanity up and down Broadway all through the Stanley Cup Final.
For two days, every forecast claimed there would be thundershowers over those who showed up Downtown to celebrate the Penguins' fifth Stanley Cup.