Four lines of prose about: flight.
So with New York, Vancouver, and St. Louis all losing last night and tonight, here's where things stand with one game remaining in the regular season for each team: if Vancouver wins tomorrow night they're guaranteed top spot in the west and force New York to win in order for the Rangers to claim first overall. Otherwise the Canucks go into the playoffs on top for the second straight year.
If the Canucks lose tomorrow night they have no shot at first overall, but they could still claim tops in the west if St. Louis also loses their final game.
What's that? Why yes, there will be a lot of hockey talk for the next little while. Sorry. But there will always be prompts, so feel free to ignore everything that comes after the writing topic of the day if all this is terribly uninteresting to you.
He wanted to ask if it was safe but he'd already strung those words together several times and he was beginning to understand that no answer could bring sufficient comfort. Instead he took a final look around in an attempt to make sure he hadn't forgotten something important.
"It's time to go, Dad," his son said, his fingers reaching for the safety of his grasp.
He nodded, took hold of the proffered hand, and together they left their home, their old lives, the known, and a single dead body behind.