As I type, various members of the Chicago Blackhawks are celebrating their Stanley Cup victory under a chorus of boos from classless Philadelphia Flyer fans. But that's not what's upsetting me.
Each year, one team gets to hoist Lord Stanley, and every year all 25 guys plus coaches do exactly the same thing. They accept the cup from a teammate, raise it over their head, shout "Whew-hoo!" and give it a little peck on the cheek. Then they pass it to someone else, and commentators make up reasons why it was appropriate for that guy to accept it from the first guy. Hoist, shout, smooch, ... it's a pretty anticlimactic cycle.
In 1997 when my Detroit Red Wings won after a long drought, I was pretty over it by the time Mathieu Dandenault passed the Cup to Joey Kocur. 
But I don't like to criticize without offering suggestions. How about giving the Cup a big Bear hug? Or maybe holding it under your arm and giving it a Noogie? Ride it like a pony? OK, that's sacrilegious.
If this was the NFL, it wouldn't be an issue. Touchdown celebrations get more creative each year. I can guarantee you Chad Ochocinco would find something more original than Hoist, shout, smooch rotation.
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