Yes, there is no doubt that the Stanley Cup presentation was different.
From the Tampa Bay Lightning huddled around Gary Bettman like he was a part of the team, to having no fans cheer when the Cup was hoisted high by Steven Stamkos, to not seeing the numerous friends and family flood the ice.
However, one thing remains the same. It’s the most magical of sports championship moments.
The trophy gets handed to the players and they celebrate first before the coaches or the owners. It’s still the same trophy these men have been dreaming about since they first knew what dreaming was and they treat it with the reverence and awe it deserves.
Hopefully the 2020 celebration is a one-time thing. I’d much rather see moms and dads hanging off their boys, celebrating and reflecting on all the long road trips, hockey camps and early-morning practices that got them here.
We missed the wives beaming, their kids in ignorant bliss.
As much of a relief as it was for this group of Lightning players to finally win the Cup, they were robbed of being able to share the moment with those closest to them.