everyone talks about how hockey mirrors life and a lot of time, it’s just that. talk. but christ, the flyers 2013-2014 season felt a lot like real life, didn’t it?
in the past seven months, how many times have you not lived up to expectations? how many times have you had to answer for your mistakes, no matter how well-intentioned you were? how many times have you failed when the situation was do or die, all or nothing? and how many times have you come back from circumstances that seemed utterly hopeless? how many times have you battled through adversities that took your blood, your sweat, your tears?
how many times have you celebrated? how many times has everything gotten to be too much? how many times have you had to tell yourself “i’m going to take it one step at a time”? how many times have you had to tell yourself not to get too excited at the thought of succeeding, not to get too ahead of yourself? how many times have you smiled? cried? have you done both within a twenty four hour period? probably.
life is chaotic and terrifying, but you face it every day because the chance for good outweighs the promise of bad. happiness lasts longer than sadness. always. the flyers were a rollercoaster, at once disappointing and inspiring, and i guess what i’m saying is that my life would have been a lot worse without them. so thank you flyers.
thanks for everything. thanks for making me stay up until one thirty in the morning to watch you win. thanks for making me turn the volume back up when you tied it up against the blue jackets. thanks for letting me chant “asshole” at the top of my lungs with nearly 20,000 strangers. thanks for letting me make stupid jokes about #clutchtime. thanks for giving me free stuff sometimes. thanks for giving me something to talk about with my dad. thanks for making my friendships stronger. thanks for the expensive beer at the wells fargo center and for giving me something to complain about as i stand in line for said expensive beer. thanks for giving me something to write about. thanks for reactivating stomach ulcers i thought i left behind in high school. thanks for always pulling the goalie, even when the bad guys ended up scoring the empty netter. it would have sucked way more if you hadn’t given it a shot.
tonight was hard to handle. it was hard to handle because you care. and that’s lovely. caring hurts you, hurts like hell, but it also gives you wonderful things, the most wonderful of those being purpose.
it sounds so corny, but sometimes life is about being corny and emotional and radically sensitive about things like this. i’m sorry the season is over, because it was everything that a good life is: confusing and frustrating with spots of shining brilliance. thanks, flyers, and i’ll see you next season.