You dream about it, that shower of hats cascading down from the upper levels of whatever arena it is that hosts your dreams of hockey greatness. Hats, hats, hats covering the ice on which your third goal just landed. Hats of adoring fans who willingly exposed their balding heads to the cold. Hats tossed to the ice in appreciation of your particular brand of awesomeness. Let it rain, baby. Let It Rain