Wow. What an incredible feeling it is to hoist the Stanley Cup over my head. I’ve spent my entire life working towards this goal and the relief, the joy, the absolute bliss that I feel can almost not be put in to words. I feel great about the way I played. 10 goals and 12 assists. Heck, I almost won the Conn Smyth Trophy too.
And you know what? You all can suck it.
I’m sure when people think about whose nose I’d like to rub this in the most they think of the Maple Leafs, or the Toronto media, or the USA Olympic team. But really that “suck it” is for everyone. I’m a champion and you are a loser.
And for the people in Pittsburgh saying to themselves right now, “Yeah! We sure showed the doubters didn’t we Phil?” You can suck it extra hard.
Let’s go back to when I joined the team and everyone said I showed up to the first practice eating frozen yogurt. Or how about in November when people said I was the worst signing in Penguins history? Lots of giggling at how out of shape you thought I was. Lots of fat jokes coming from Pittsburghers (you’re ones to talk).
Looks like you might be taking in some extra calories now, because you can eat my shorts.
You know what? You’re welcome.