Time to let go, Stan. After a sleepless night
in Pisek, Czech Republic, with teammate Kubina and
the Cup, at 6:15am, while everybody packs for the airport, Stan Neckar
stretches out on the cobblestone sidewalk, baguettes cushioning his head.
'You realize it's the last hour and that could be the last time.' He cries
hard, like never in his life, tears of joy. 'Even when I had a kid, I never
cry, even when I'm injured.' Time to let go...