On June 12, 2016, I sat on the floor of my hotel room, my dad sitting in a swivel chair by my side, watching the Pittsburgh Penguins defeat the San Jose Sharks to win their fourth Stanley Cup. Almost a year after that, I was curled up in a recliner with my dad watching the Penguins take down the Nashville Predators to win the Stanley Cup for the second consecutive year. Ten days later, I sat in front of my television crying when Marc-Andre Fleu…