I've had an internal struggle to accept an exit without the ultimate victory since the playoffs started. On top of this, my state of zen bliss has been unparalleled. I think we all knew this would happen. We know what those Boston boys did. It was magic. We watched through two rounds with a little fret and a subtle sweat. Without a doubt a glorious ride, and also a show of swift force. We entered wanting them to submit and desiring a quick fix. Instead the friendly confines became a dour place of futility and that feeling we all prepared for was embraced like an old friend. And yet it really wasn't. We all knew. Here, at the end, the moment had arrived. All that remained was winning.