I knew it was going to happen. I understand that it had to happen. And honestly, deep down, I probably wanted it to happen. But at the end of the day, I'm still absolutely heartbroken. Henrik Lundqvist has been the heart and soul of the Rangers for the past two decades. Even though he never wore the C as is the case with most goalies, everybody knew who the leader in the MSG locker room was. He has been the pride of New York hockey ever since he took the starting job, and he is a sports legend in the greatest city in the world. I was an infant in '94, so all of my best hockey memories have been more recent, and Hank was front and center for all of them, the face of the Rangers post-lockout success. Through all of that success, and of course through all of the failures, the defeats, the letdowns, and the goodbyes that had to be said to some great players like Ryan Callahan, Rick Nash, JT Miller, Ryan McDonagh, and Mats Zuccarello especially, there was always a sense of comfort, a feeling that things would be ok. That came from knowing that we had a once in a generation talent in net, one of the greatest goalies in NHL history. Then things started to change. Hank got older. He couldn't bail his team out, steal games like he used to. He started to become a liability. Father time catches every great player, but to watch it happen to your hero is always painful. With his diminishing skills and the stellar play of Igor Shesterkin, the time had come, like so many great players before him, for our king's reign to come to an end.
Lundqvist, I will always remember the victories you stole, the saves that shouldn't have been possible, the countless winning seasons, and will always regret that this team the team I root for and the team you carried for so many years, couldn't bring you a Stanley Cup. I hope you earn your title in your next landing point, but no matter what success you may find in your eventual landing spot, your crown and throne will remain here in New York. You were, are, and always will be, our King Henrik.