Tyler Seguin

I have a friend named Tyler, and he’s a Stanley Cup champion.

One of the most amazing things about Tyler is that number on his sleeve. Nineteen was not only the black and yellow number flying around the ice when the Boston Bruins beat the Vancouver Canucks in Game Seven to win the Stanley Cup, it is also Tyler’s age.

Born on Jan. 31, 1992, this season was his first in the NHL after spending two years with Plymouth in the Ontario Hockey League. Seguin, the second overall pick in the 2010 entry draft, had 22 points in 74 regular season games before being scratched for the first two rounds of the playoffs.

Seguin’s first playoff action came in the Eastern Conference finals against Tampa Bay where he filled in for Patrice Bergeron, who was injured during the Boston-Philadelphia series. Inserted for offense, Seguin provided just that. The third-line center put up six points in his first two playoff games — a goal and an assist in Game One, two of each in Game Two — and was the hero of Game Two’s 6-5 victory when his line scored three second-period goals.

Whatever edge Seguin had on the competition — beginner’s luck, fresh legs, you name it — disappeared after his four-point performance in Game Two. As his scoring dropped off, so did his playing time, and Claude Julien replaced him in the lineup with enforcer Shawn Thornton for Game Three of the Stanley Cup final.

He returned for Game Four after Nathan Horton was crushed by Aaron Rome and had an assist in Boston’s 4-0 victory, his first and only point of the series. Seguin played just over 11 minutes in Game Seven, another 4-0 Boston victory, before taking a victory lap around Rogers Arena with the Stanley Cup.

I have two friends in Boston who were pretty ecstatic for the Bruins’ victory, but here in Buffalo, all it meant was we had to watch the GEICO caveman himself, Zdeno Chara, carry around Lord Stanley’s Cup.

In the days since I’ve been trying to figure out what else Boston’s Stanley Cup victory means, 450 miles away. Because the game itself — Game Seven of the Stanley Cup finals, what this site is named after — was a letdown. There has to be something more. Vancouver came out flat and all the hype for the best single event in all of sports was too much for a team that started the offseason three days too soon.

The more I thought, the more I kept coming back to Tyler Seguin, for one simple reason: He’s the first person younger than me to ever win the Stanley Cup.

Seguin appears to be doing what any 19-year-old hockey player in his position would do: use the Stanley Cup to pick up chicks. (AP Photo/Elise Amendola)

For every Game Seven I played in my driveway growing up, he lived it; and for every Stanley Cup I won in my dreams, he kissed it.

I remember the first time I was ever on the ice, at a learn-to-skate clinic at the old Sabreland, now Hockey Outlet in Wheatfield. I wanted to go as fast as I could every step I took, and about five minutes into the three-day clinic I decided I was going to win the Stanley Cup someday.

After the garbage man/truck driver/policeman phase of a little boy’s career plans usually comes the professional athlete phase, and if a hockey player was the athlete you chose, winning a Stanley Cup has been your life goal since first grade. It’s funny how fast you realize you don’t want to be a garbage man but how long your next career plan, athlete, stays with you.

For every youth hockey player across the country, what might be the first real reality check of his young life comes when he starts to realize his NHL dreams are, well, just that. More often than not it comes in the form of a teary-eyed ride home from a tryout. When someone tells you to your face (assuming the coach has a pair) that you aren’t good enough, it does a number on your confidence.

As every hockey player gets older and goes through high school and into college, it becomes more and more apparent that the NHL isn’t for you. That makes it slightly easier to deal with, but despite all rationale, every kid still clings to a sliver of optimism that maybe, somehow, there’s still a shot you could win the Stanley Cup.

The one very last excuse there is to hang on to is drawn from the very last piece of logic kids can pull from the situation: Yeah, I know I haven’t made it to the NHL or won the Stanley Cup yet, but that’s because they’re all older than me.

Despite how low your chances are even as a great player on a great high school team (try zero), age is the last thing you have that nobody can deny.

But now that Tyler Seguin has won the Stanley Cup, I’m fresh out of excuses.

He started playing in the OHL at 16 and the NHL at 18. The only team he’s probably ever been cut from in his life was the Canadian squad for the World Junior Championships, but even that is understandable — he was 17 trying out for Canada’s under-20 team. The fact that he could even show his face at that tryout lets you know he’s probably going to the show.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, Tyler and I aren’t really friends, and besides Y chromosomes and a love of hockey we probably don’t have that much in common. Because of him there are no more excuses for why I’ll never be in the NHL, nothing left to hold on to.

Seguin never had any of these problems like the rest of us. I was thinking about that the other day when I rhetorically asked myself where I went wrong. I was half-joking when I said it; but that means I was also half-serious, and that stuck with me.

Truth is there is no one defining moment that me or any of the thousands of kids my age who were better than me can look back on and say I would be in the NHL right now if that did or didn’t happen. Getting injured sure didn’t help, but even with two good knees I probably still end up right here writing about this kid named Tyler who became everything I’m not.

Where did I go wrong? Maybe that’s the beauty of it: I didn’t. This is where I’m supposed to be, Stanley Cup ring or not.

All the marbles

Leaving everything you have on the ice is tiring. Sidney Crosby (left) and Jordan Staal (right) both earned the right to take a little nap with the Stanley Cup. We're going to find out who wants it that bad tonight.

There is a hockey game tonight, and it just may be the finest athletic event you will see on television all year long. Game Seven of the Stanley Cup finals is as good as it gets in sports.

I can’t guarantee there will be a dramatic finish and there almost certainly won’t be a buzzer-beater to win it. Expect a low-scoring game. Tonight there is going to be back checking and shot blocking like you have never seen before. Defense is at a premium and it is universally understood among the players that tonight will require absolutely whatever it takes. Block a shot with your face if you have to. They can give you fake teeth; you can’t fake a Stanley Cup.

Every player on the ice, whether they were born in 1968 (Mark Recchi) or 1992 (Tyler Seguin), has dreamed about playing in this game their entire lives. Sixty minutes stand between each player and a Stanley Cup, 3,600 seconds the difference between immortality and insignificance.

Give only 99 percent for just one of those seconds and you’ll be watching the other team kiss the cup.

If you had offered Claude Julien or Alain Vigneault one game to win it all at the start of the playoffs, they’d take it in a second. Boston wishes it still had Nathan Horton and Vancouver wishes it still had Dan Hamhuis, Aaron Rome and Mason Raymond, but injuries are a part of the game and sometimes it’s the last team left standing that takes home the cup.

Everyone wants the glory. Everyone wants to say they scored the goal that won the Stanley Cup. It’s not enough just to want it. I’ve written about this before — the players are going to have to find some other level inside that they just haven’t been able to get to yet if they want to win this game.

Tim Thomas is one of the only players in this series who has consistently been able to reach that level. I’m not ready to move him up the depth chart on Team USA (ahead of Ryan Miller), but Thomas has been phenomenal. Last season I argued Antti Niemi for the Conn Smythe Trophy and I’m giving my vote to a goalie once again.

Win or lose, I’d give it to Thomas regardless. Last year I wanted it for Niemi, knowing he wouldn’t get it. They were going to give it to a scorer. This season, there are no run-away scorers like Patrick Sharp last season.

David Krejci has been very good for Boston, leading the NHL in points and game-winning goals this postseason, but while Vancouver needs to watch out for him, I don’t feel he strikes fear into the other team every time he touches the puck like Danny Briere did in the Buffalo-Philadelphia series. Patrice Bergeron and Brad Marchand have been productive as well, and Michael Ryder has snuck into the top-10 in playoff scoring this series.

I’d have a hard time giving the Conn Smythe to anyone on Vancouver barring an epic Game Seven performance. Roberto Luongo has been way too inconsistent. Henrik Sedin is one point off the scoring lead but has only one point in the finals, three goals in the entire postseason and is a minus-7 this postseason, one of the worst rankings in the entire league. Daniel is close behind with 20 points and has scored or assisted on half of Vancouver’s goals this series, but that doesn’t mean as much when you’ve only managed eight goals through six games. Plus, he is a minus-5. The Canucks’ power play has been pitiful this series and that blame has to fall on the Sedins.

I think Alexandre Burrows has been Vancouver’s best player, but there’s no way the NHL is giving chompers an award any time soon. Ryan Kesler has 19 points and a positive plus/minus, but 47 penalty minutes hurt a team too much to be an MVP.

Scott Neidermayer -- now there's a playoff beard

It’s a stretch for a goalie to win the award, and even more so to think a defenseman would win it. I’m very impressed with Kevin Bieksa this series (lack of chin hair and all), Zdeno Chara leads the league at plus-14 and Dennis Seidenberg has played tight defense, but for a blue liner be named playoff MVP, they’d have to be really lighting the lamp on a regular basis. Defensive Conn Smythe winners are an elite class (with the likes of Bobby Orr, Al MacInnis, Brian Leetch, Scott Stevens, Nicklas Lidstrom and Scott Neidermayer), and I’m not sure any of these three are worthy of entry.

I’m very excited to watch tonight’s game, not only as a hockey fan, but as a fan of sport in general. Players are going to go harder than you have ever seen them go and give more of themselves than you have ever seen athletes give. If you’ve been watching the NBA finals, seeing effort like this might be enough to make you come back next season while the other leagues are locked out.

A prediction? I think Luongo bounces back and I know better than to pick a road team in this series. It will be a close, low-scoring game, 1-0 or 2-1. Who other than Burrows puts the dagger in Boston?

Ryan Miller ought to be furious

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I have about six thousand different thoughts right now about Game Seven that I’ll get to tomorrow, but right now I just want to make a brief mention about Ryan Miller.

Nobody should be more pissed off right now than Miller. I’m usually harder on him than most, but after Danny Briere, I think he was the best player in the series. (Have you ever seen so many 1-on-0’s from point-blank range? And he stopped almost ever single one.)

Ryan Miller single-handedly kept the Sabres afloat for a large portion of this series, and Game Seven especially. The first period was an absolute atrocity, but Miller was there every time for the first 19 and a half minutes. He let his team down once. They let him down half a dozen times.

Miller rarely got to play with the lead in this series, a huge advantage for goalies, and as soon as the Sabres built one up for him, they let their guard down shortly after.

Every Buffalo win in this series was by one goal — two 1-0 games and an overtime win. How often does a goalie steal a game for his team in the playoffs with a shutout, not once, but twice, and then still lose the series?

That has to be maddening for a goalie. I’d imagine this scenario has happened a few times in NHL history, but it can’t be very often.

To his credit, I can’t remember Miller being very vocal about it. If CC Sabathia threw two no-hitters in the same series for the Yankees and they still managed to lose, I’m sure he’d have a few choice words for the hitters after the fact.

Looking at Miller’s play might show just how bad the rest of the team was. The two shutout wins were basically gifts to the offense. What did they do besides that? Not much. The pooped out after a hot start a few times and disappeared completely not long after.

Ryan Miller was even credited with an assist in the series. He had the same amount of points as Brad Boyes, Mike Grier, Mike Weber, Chris Butler, Steve Montador and Jordan Leopold, all of whom played at least five games in the series. Try as he might, Ryan Miller can’t be counted on to provide the offense, too.

Miller faced more shots than any goalie in the playoffs, and finished with a 2.93 goals against average and a .917 save percentage, respectable numbers that should have been more than enough to win given the poor goaltending Buffalo was going up against.

Every Buffalo Sabre not named Tyler Ennis, Drew Stafford or Rob Neidermayer (the only players with positive plus-minuses) better chip in and take Miller out for a nice dinner after this is all said and done (Chris Butler can leave the tip, too). If anybody should be mad about the loss, it’s Miller, and I respect him for not saying anything about it.