Stars 6, Flyers 2: This game definitely happened

I don’t have an intro to this. This was a dreadful game. They lost and I didn’t feel anything. I don’t think they felt anything either. Fitting.

This is the first lick of hockey I’ve had a taste of since before the Elimination, and I was waiting with bated breath to see what the post-crushed-hopes Flyers looked like. I imagined they looked pretty similar to the Flyers from December and early January—no effort, deep overwhelming ennui, all of that sweet stuff I craved—but I don’t think I had prepared myself for what lay ahead of me. Like an innocent babe unwise to the cruel ways of the world, I stepped into this blindly and without fear.

I mean, good grief, these guys look just sad. I wouldn’t…