The Florida Panthers Have The Elbo Room Buzzing On A Wednesday Morning!
DAMN, IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A CHAMPION (AGAIN)!
Life doesn’t get much sweeter than this. No complaints on my end, well, except for the fact that I’m not at the Elbo Room right now with my fellow Cats fans. That’s the one thing eating at me. Last year at Elbo was one of the greatest days of my life, hands down. No one really knew the guys were gonna be there, but as the good people of Fort Lauderdale started their Tuesday morning routines, walking the dog, grabbing coffee, they stumbled upon something unusual, a full-blown Stanley Cup rager happening right there at the corner of Las Olas and A1A.
Word spread fast. Before you knew it, the Elbo Room was packed wall to wall. Every Cats fan within 100 miles must’ve called out of work or just said, “Fuck it, the Cup comes first.” I’ve never seen that bar so jammed, let alone at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday.
But this year? This year is different.
Everyone knew what was coming. The second we won, everyone knew the Elbo Room was the spot. Shit Lord Stanley even knew. Guys that aren’t even on the team like Brady Tkachuk had his Elbo hat on during an interview last night, straight-up saying he couldn’t wait to get back there with the guys. That’s how iconic this has become.
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So today, the fans came correct. South Florida woke up ready. People were pounding drinks by sunrise. Some old heads will grumble about it being too crowded, too rowdy, or that the “magic is gone” because it’s no longer a secret. But not me. Hell no. I say the more, the merrier. The more Panthers fans crammed into that cash only bar at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday, screaming, chugging, and celebrating like there’s no tomorrow the better.
Now, I usually don’t get FOMO. I’m not built for that. I don’t miss much. But seeing the scenes from this morning? The flags waving, the beer flying, the boys toasting with the Cup? Yeah, that one hurt me. My heart is shattered knowing I’m not there shoulder to shoulder with my people, singing “Pink Pony Club” with a drink in each hand and a cig behind my ear.
At least I’ve got Jake Marsh holding it down for me, but still… part of me is hurting.
Don’t stop the party, South Florida. Keep it rolling. Parade or no parade, Wednesday or weekend, this is our moment. The Stanley Cup belongs to the Cats, again. And no matter where we are, we’re all part of it.
Let the good times roar.