Game Six in Pittsburgh was a beauty even if it was in doubt right up until the final horn sounded. That's because when it did the Red Wings were winners and they were bringing Stanley back home to Motown.

Henrik Zetterberg being awarded the Conn Smythe Trophy, and Nicklas Lidstrom lifting the Cup overhead were both fantastic moments in a night full of them. But for me, the most memorable aspect of the night was yet to come.

During on-ice post game interviews I made my way to Jiri Hudler. He was telling a few reporters how his legs were literally shaking when he got to lift the Stanley Cup for the first time and skate with it. I asked him how he felt about the fact that his name would soon be engraved on it forever. He got teary-eyed. He was speechless. He was awestruck. His response was filled with raw, unfiltered, genuine emotion. The mere thought overwhelmed him.

They say that winning the Cup doesn't mean as much to European players. I saw first hand how it meant as much to this Euro as anyone I've ever seen win it. To see how it moved him actually moved me.

I saw him again as the Stanley Cup victory parade rolled down Woodward Ave. It was evident  that the joy and pride he felt tin the moments after clinching the Cup hadn't diminished one single bit. He just may have been the happiest guy on the parade route and at the ensuing rally at Hart Plaza. His brief speech needs to be You-Tubed. Priceless!

Here's to you Jiri...I'm glad you're enjoying the moment. You and your teammates earned it.

And thanks for helping bring the hardware home again.