It’s the only morning that Metro’s tolerable: the a.m. after a Capitals’ triumph in extended sudden death overtime, and the early shifters among the D.C. workforce who followed it all are snoozing from too early a summoning alarm clock. But they’re oh so proudly attired in the afterglow of high-stakes triumph.
It probably is most often hockey fans every spring who are the deepest sleepers on the early morning trains. Hockey’s playoffs exact a heavy toll on the devoted. Don’t disturb them. They’re dreaming of more high drama heroism in sports’ most taxing and exacting examination.