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I'm back in a city of wine drinking no-it-alls, without any real knowledge or care for the game or their team. I am from Philly, a town of hard working blue color men and woman who study the game and bleed silver and green, while the eat their greasy cheese steaks they order by only saying "wiz wit." A town which for the last few weeks has had one collective heartbeat, no matter the economic and race differences, beating 3 or 4 times the normal rate. My heart is still back there, sitting atop the shoulders of Billy Penn with 5 million or so others, barely making a whimper, but still together.
I don’t feel like it’s over. This is only the second time in my life of Philadelphia disappointments that I have felt this way. I’ll never forget the moment last year during the NHL playoffs. My father and I had gotten to the game early and were sitting behind the Flyers goal watching the warm-ups. My dad turned to me as said, “you are looking at the next Stanley Cup champion.” He wasn’t blowing hot air, or showing any sort of leap of faith. If you had watched this team and followed it like we had, you’d have thought so too. They just seemed like a team of destiny, a team with leadership and one that simply could not loose. With all the great teams that have been in this town through my life of losing, this was the only team I can remember that made me truly feel this way. We ended up taking the eventually champs to seven games, and I believe lost by one goal on their home ice. I remember that nite well, as Art watched the game with me and my dad. I skipped the school film festival, which I was entered in, to watch the game. I found out right after the game that I won, which was small conciliation for the pain in my heart. I still remember feeling like the season just wasn’t over, they didn’t loose, they can’t loose. Well I feel the same now. This team was a team of destiny. This was a team that never showed me any reason to doubt them. This wa a team with all the pieces and as much heart as the city the represent. Everyone doubted them, to the point where the national media pretty much though it would be a blowout. Everyone doubted them but themselves and our city of losers. They were up against the immovable beast, and not only moved them, but pushed their arm back pretty well, but could never get it to touch the table. They pulled as hard as they could, but the beast was used to being on this stage and had better form than our beloved birds did. I just don’t feel like it’s over. Who are we playing next week? I guess destiny in Philly isn’t enough.
Go Birds!
There will be much more to come over the next few days...as I am able to write it...
I don’t feel like it’s over. This is only the second time in my life of Philadelphia disappointments that I have felt this way. I’ll never forget the moment last year during the NHL playoffs. My father and I had gotten to the game early and were sitting behind the Flyers goal watching the warm-ups. My dad turned to me as said, “you are looking at the next Stanley Cup champion.” He wasn’t blowing hot air, or showing any sort of leap of faith. If you had watched this team and followed it like we had, you’d have thought so too. They just seemed like a team of destiny, a team with leadership and one that simply could not loose. With all the great teams that have been in this town through my life of losing, this was the only team I can remember that made me truly feel this way. We ended up taking the eventually champs to seven games, and I believe lost by one goal on their home ice. I remember that nite well, as Art watched the game with me and my dad. I skipped the school film festival, which I was entered in, to watch the game. I found out right after the game that I won, which was small conciliation for the pain in my heart. I still remember feeling like the season just wasn’t over, they didn’t loose, they can’t loose. Well I feel the same now. This team was a team of destiny. This was a team that never showed me any reason to doubt them. This wa a team with all the pieces and as much heart as the city the represent. Everyone doubted them, to the point where the national media pretty much though it would be a blowout. Everyone doubted them but themselves and our city of losers. They were up against the immovable beast, and not only moved them, but pushed their arm back pretty well, but could never get it to touch the table. They pulled as hard as they could, but the beast was used to being on this stage and had better form than our beloved birds did. I just don’t feel like it’s over. Who are we playing next week? I guess destiny in Philly isn’t enough.
Go Birds!
There will be much more to come over the next few days...as I am able to write it...