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84-122. A final score that would be humiliating for any fan on the losing side of any NBA game to see but it becomes all the more frustrating when you realize this is the result Boston Celtics fans woke up to this Saturday morning. The Celtics, who found themselves one victory away from sweeping Dallas, found themselves with no answers as the Mavericks ran roughshod over them on both sides of the ball. Most likely, it was a combination of failing to adequately prepare and the pressure that comes with being the 'chosen ones'. The majority of sportswriters and sports fans at large had already awarded Boston the title; as Kool Moe Dee would put it, the Celtics had been declared victors before pulling it off. As a Florida Panthers fan, this concerns me for the simple fact that they now find themselves in the same situation going into Game 4 against the Edmonton Oilers this evening. The Oilers, who started off the season losing nine of their first thirteen games, made it to the postseason as a wild card after finishing second in their division. They were seen as a scrappy underdog team that was not expected to make it far. Against all odds, they stunned the best of the West to emerge as Stanley Cup contenders, showing their courage multiple times along the way (including a multi-goal comeback in the Western Conference finals en route to eliminating the Dallas Stars). The Oilers are underdogs with everything to gain. As Canada has not had a Stanley Cup champion since the 1992-93 season--when the Montreal Canadiens became the last Canadian team to win it all--they are a team carrying no load on its back. There is no pressure to impress, no spotlight shining, no microscope to magnify their weaknesses. They are in a predicament that some had anticipated would be the case, a team that had been given the last rites before the finals even began. But if the Mavericks could come back from death's brink after themselves being the last rites, what's to say the Oilers couldn't do the same? Certainly, the Mavericks still have a chance against Boston. But that's one game. They are still down 1-3. They've got to win three more games. Easier said than done, given their competition. The thought is already somewhat comforting, as I mentally condition myself for the possibility of the Panthers suffering a similar humiliation tonight. The Oilers may find a way to channel the Mavericks' courage, and give their fans a reason to remain hopeful. I am reminded of the kindness of a dear friend, who replied quicker than I could have ever possibly expected last night when I sent him one of my recent pieces of writing. Though he was not born and raised in Montreal, his favorite team has always been the Habs (or the Habaneros, as I affectionately call them since they were truly 'on fire' for their 24 Stanley Cup championships; though it has been over thirty years since their last title, they are still in sole [and comfortable] possession of the record for most NHL title wins by one team). He found a beautiful way to put it all in perspective. He tells people he is "seventeen Stanley Cups old," for that is how many they have won in his lifetime. In that context, he has not aged for more than thirty years, and is hoping I will get to celebrate my first birthday. I can imagine that for him, perhaps for the people of Montreal, there may be a shared sentiment that if Canada's Stanley Cup drought is to be snapped, it can only truly be done by the Canadiens. It wouldn't be right for anyone else to seize the glory. But then again, at this point, I am sure they would be grateful for any team to come along and take the crown off the brow of America's best. Right now the Oilers are in position to do a bit of crown-snatching. But before that, they must do a lot of soul-searching. It comes down to more than just analyzing footage of the losses, more than trying to work on the weaker points of their game. It comes down to the simple belief that any Goliath can fall, if the David can aim their slingshot just so. If they give themselves a chance to win, they may be clever enough, and courageous enough, to force a game 5. And if they can stun the Panthers on their own ice, they may find that the momentum is squarely in their corner. But right now, it's all in the realm of the theoretical. It all may have been for naught, if the Panthers do complete the job. Even so, this is one of the reasons I write: to capture moments in time. The way I think today may not be tomorrow what it is now; the way I thought yesterday is not now what it was then. I accept the possibility that I will be proven wrong on certain beliefs. I have already been proven wrong at least once, having shared a belief that these Panthers did not have the ability to deal with the finesse of the New York Rangers. The Rangers were fresh off eliminating the Carolina Hurricanes, a team that had entered the playoffs as at least the co-favorites to win the Stanley Cup, despite failing to win the Presidents' Trophy. Some people had the same thought process I did, and underestimated the Panthers' will to win. What they lacked with regards to finesse, they compensated for in aggression and courage. Thus far, they are showing the same intangibles against Edmonton. But how long can they keep it up? The world will find out tonight. From my room, I can hear discussion specifically pertaining to tonight's game, and more accurately when and where it will be shown. Here in South Florida, it will be on at 8:00pm EST on our local ABC affiliate, WPLG-TV. It is also being shown on ESPN, as the ABC broadcast is part of a special "ESPN on ABC" deal between the networks. Images of "Rocky III", of all things--of all movies--appear in my mind. Though the Rocky series pertains to a completely different sport I find it is still applicable. Though I do not consider it the best in the series (that would be the first "Rocky"), or my personal favorite of the series (that would be "Rocky II"), the main story of the film almost seems to mirror the Panthers' situation. Rocky had defended his title about ten or so times going into his first bout with undefeated #1 contender Clubber Lang, with whom he agrees to a defense after being consistently mocked and taunted; the breaking point comes when Lang questions his manhood and attempts to convince his wife (and mother of a young son) Adrian to leave him. His propensity for mockery aside, Lang is a serious fighter, if a bit one-dimensional. In the opening sequence and the montages leading up to the first fight, he is shown training with a monk-like discipline, whereas Rocky is shown scoring stylish wins over overmatched opponents, enjoying the spoils of being world champion, spending time with wife and son. For some of those defenses Lang can be seen from the crowd, growing more furious at seeing unworthy challengers receive a shot that he'd earned fair and square; his training gets more intense as his frustration with the champion increases. Rocky, having reached the pinnacle of boxing success, had gone from paper plates to a silver platter; a brutal third-round knockout cost him not only his title, but his confidence. The Oilers are watching the Panthers with the very same "eye of the tiger" that Lang had. Though the Panthers have not yet finished the job, some have already crowned them the world champions. If the Oilers' hunger is anything like Lang's the Panthers still have trouble ahead.