20 years ago today, I woke up with a gigantic poster of a mulleted Mario Lemieux hanging over my bed, and I gave it a tap for luck before bounding down the stairs. Of that, I'm sure. The next 10 hours or so are a complete blank. But then I remember everything - down to the precise motion of Lemieux's fist pump after his first period goal - about Game 6 of the 1991 Stanley Cup Finals. And the aftermath, what happened that night, is as clear to me as 5 minutes ago. Clearer. Doing a Superfly Snuka celebratory leap from the top of a couch onto my friends. The trip down the parkway on the way to the airport to greet the team. Trying, before being thwarted by police, to force a Pens jersey over the statue of the late Mayor Richard Caliguiri. They should have let us do that. It was a good time. It was the dance...of champions.
News of Hines Ward winning "Dancing With the Stars" may be more timely, but any reminiscence about that day in 1991 will always be the lead story. GTOG.