We feel your pain.
It's the end of the road (tracks?) for the Lokomotiv of the fine city of Yaroslavl. They were knocked out in 4 games (which isn't a sweep in the Russian Superleague, if you're paying attention). From the account of our Yaroslavl correspondant, the city got drunk to ease its pain.
Months will heal wounds, until you see a picture of Rod Brind'Amour holding the cup and then the rush of negative emotions will start anew. I hope that each of you receives a game-worn Ulanov jersey in the mail today. It will offer you a temporary escape from your grief. You can trust me on that one.
The future of Ulanov's hockey career is once again up in the air. I am sad.