Lord Stanley Lord Stanley...Show Me The Candy!

or our boys finally get their bling

Okay, so last night the members of the my beloved Pittsburgh Penguins received their Stanley Cup Championship rings at a private party overlooking the confluence bordering our picturesque hometown.

Each ring bears the players name and number, the Cup, the four playoff victories, the Pens logo and 167 diamonds weighing four carats, more or less.

Yeah. 167 diamonds. It's a big ring.

It's an UGLY-ASS big ring!

I mean really. Look at that monstrosity. It practically covers the entire first digit of Sid's ring finger. That sucker's got to tip the scales at, like I don't know, five pounds? Okay. I exaggerate, but come on! That's almost as hideous as the Steelers Super Bowl ring.

No matter.

Our boys battled through 28 unbelievably intense playoff contests to earn the right to hoist the treasured Cup and proudly don this hardware. They can design it however the Hell they want. They've waited a loooooong time for this. It's the icing on the cake. A really ginormous, gaudy cake whose icing is four inches thick and sweet enough to make your teeth jump ship just from smelling it.

And for those of us who bleed and sweat right alongside them during that emotionally draining post season, tomorrow is our day when the Championship flags are raised in the rafters of the igloo. The final celebration of an incredible fairy tale season.

Congratulations boys!! Now it's time to get back to work. There's a lot of space left in those rafters.

Let's Go Pens!!

P.S.: Warning: I'm going to be a girl right now. Look at Sid's beautiful face ...and those lips! How is it they are always so red? Really. I'd like to know. It's like he's wearing lipstick. Seriously. I'd like to know.

P.P.S.: Here's a picture of the freshly minted cup names!!! It makes me so happy!