I have one burning question for you, the readers of Broad Street Hockey, and it demands answering: what were you doing in 2003?
For many of you, this is a question you aren’t interested in answering, because it reminds you of the horrific passage of time and the fact that we are all inching a little bit closer to the heat death that will eventually wipe our planet. I understand—this is a traumatic thought. In 2003, you were still young, or if you’re especially old, you weren’t, and that probably sucks, I don’t know.
However, if you’re like me, a wonderfully spry 23-year-old idiot, you were but a mere child in that wonderful year.