Watching that game last night made me just sick. So much domination and so little to show for it. As a Caps fan since 1980, I have been through the ringer a lot with this franchise, and frankly, I am at this point resigned that we will never win a cup.
Watching last night reminded of Macbeth and his soliloquy on death...
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day. To the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. <emphasis added>