Tuesday night’s Game Seven between the Philadelphia Flyers and Washington Capitals was the sort that lived up to every ounce of the mystique inherent in its name. It was the kind of marquee event where you spell “drama” by writing “OT” and “heartbreak” with a lonely “L.” And if you’re a Caps fan, it’s the kind of defeat that can leave you muttering to yourself. Eventually, grudgingly, reason takes over and the sting subsides to the salve of time and a boundless optimism for the home team that has been made famous by the North side of Chicago. Just wait ’til next year!
