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.