I'll be 50 this year.
That means I was there during the pre and post dynasty years; there during the "Islanders II" era in 1988 when the likes of Brad Lauer were to be our salvation; there when Spano deceived; there when Mad Mike set back the organization for decades, and there when Trotz and Lou magically transformed this team.
But through all the non-sensical Islanders history, this season has the potential to be our greatest disappointment.
The reasons we fell in love with this team are consistent with the traits New Yorkers love about any of their sports teams.