It Never Gets Old

On June 7, 2018, the Washington Capitals won the Stanley Cup.

From that day to this, our house has become an homage to this achievement.

The goal, says Mr. Ginley, is to have something in every room that celebrates the event.

In the kitchen, which is largely my domain, I negotiated having just a refrigerator magnet. (After all, the refrigerator, loaded with hundreds of magnets, is Mr. Ginley's creation.)

In the office and in the living room are banners. There is a miniature Stanley Cup. Two Tervis tumblers with the official logo on them. A framed photo of the team on the ice with the Stanley Cup.

And then there are the t-shirts. The hat.

And, God and JoAnn Fabrics willing, there will be a blanket made out of material (yet to be created) of the the Capitals/Stanley Cup logo.

Mr. Ginley made a pledge to the Hockey Gods that if the Caps won, he would wear some item of Capitals clothing every day.

The hat has worked so far. But there are aspirations.

When the prices come down a little, there will be socks in our home, too. And, if someone decides to manufacture them, underwear will follow.

I do, however, draw the line at tattoos. (No worries there, Mr. Ginley hates needles.)

There will be trip to our second home town soon. A visit that will yield yet more memorabilia.

I don't mind. After all, I am a Caps fan, too. And while my passion may not match that of Mr. Ginley, I admit it's all been a wonderful distraction. A reason to celebrate something.

And, let's face it, the Great 8, Nicky Backstrom and all these guys are so easy to cheer for.