It’s been ten years, but I still remember that night pretty vividly.

My Dad and brother had fallen asleep and I was the only one still awake in the house. When Hull scored I started tearing through the house like a mad man. I couldn’t believe it. Then I ran outside waving my Stars flag and a few fellow Stars fan were running around the neighborhood as well. It was great.

Ha ha. As a Canadian, I love that Texas is that into the NHL.

Or should I say, late morning. Just moved into my new house with my family, still boxes everywhere, and when Hull scored, I remember nearly breaking my toe jumping up and down and landing hard on an unopened box.

As glad as I am that we won, I was a little disappointed, cause I had game 7 tickets (that are sitting on my wall) and could have seen us win the cup in person. Things would change a year later when I was at game 6 of the Devils series, when they won the cup….

Remember the night well… was only 13 years old at the time, scared to death because I was in Austin at my grandparent’s house and was afraid they might not show the game on TV down there in lieu of a Spurs game or something. Luckily they did and I was able to go batshit crazy at whatever hour of the morning that was, waking up the entire family in the process. Still by far my greatest sports memory, more than any by the Cowboys, Rangers, Mavs, etc.