Stick your head out the window and take in a deep breath. What is that you taste in the air? Sweat? Trepidation? Perhaps optimism, overladen with the much thicker and more familiar scent that is fatalism? Can you smell what Gritty is cooking?
You know what time it is. You’ve been waiting all year to break out your fluorescent orange, your gray hoodie underneath your jersey, and your patented superiority complex. It’s time for motherfucking ice sports.
However, if you’re reading this recap, it’s very likely because you, an incredibly rational human being, decided that you simply were not going to forego your precious sleep for The Flyers (After Dark [2018-2019 Edition]) and to that I say: what a decision.