Do you ever just lie in your bed and stare at your Marian Hossa poster that is pinned to your ceiling and wonder: "How did we get here?" I basically do this every night of my life, but now I want to share my feelings in writting and recite to you the greatest story ever told: The Magnificent Marian Hossa.
Marian Hossa was born in a family of aristocat in the beautiful valley of Lanark. His parents wanted him to be a lawyer but Marian fell in love with the puck. The hockey puck to be exact. His journey to the NHL draft was filled with controversy and triumph. Controversy in that he only ate Twinkies and triumph because he didn't die of diabetes. The Ottawa Senators took a chance on him with their 18th overall pick and so Hossa chose the now infamous number 18 to wear on the black and gold jersey.
Here's what some people don't know: Marian Hossa played his first two seasons with two broken legs. One broken leg for each season. And when those legs were snapped, Marian didn't even flinch or nothing. From there, Marian met his soulmate and BFF: Radek Bonk, a fellow Lanark country brethren. They were both each other's best men in each other's weddings. And those weddings were off the hook. I wasn't invited but I heard from a guy that they were really fun.
Both Marian and Radek fought tooth and nail for the Ottawa Senators and they both had great personal success, yet the team always came up short when it mattered. The date is April 15, 2002: the Ottawa Senators have been swept by the Toronto Maple Leafs for a sixth consecutive year. Tempers were hot in the dressing room and then Radek Bonk shook the very foundation of the team by uttering these 3 simple words: "Fuck you Marian Hossa". Jacques Martin dropped his coffee and it shattered to the ground and Martin Havlat gave out a high pitched scream that to this day, Todd White blames his deafness on. It was the final straw in the Hossa/Bonk friendship and the Sens had no choice but to trade Radek to the.....I forget, but that doesn't matter.
From there, the team started to fall apart, as did the very fabric of our society. It was a dark winter in Ottawa with no light at the end of the tunnel. Marian Hossa knew this. And Marian had a dream. A dream that he has had since he was a small boy fishing in the polluted waters of Lanark: A Stanley Cup. Hossa wrote a strongly worded letter to John Muckler and the rest is history. Hossa won his Stanley Cup. But not with the team he helped forge. And tonight, he comes home for the first time since he left. And who knows, maybe he'll score a goal and he'll look into the camera and whisper "If you're there Radek, I forgive you".