Saturday night, after the Phantoms’ 6-2 loss to Hershey, it occurred to me that that game might actually have been the last game in the Spectrum. It didn’t occur to me while going to the game (and I would have had plenty of time for the thought to cross my mind, seeing as I was in the car 1.5 hours from Wilmington to the arena — accidents abounded), it didn’t occur to me while I was at the game; only a few hours later, near midnight, did it strike me that I had not paid special attention to being at the Spectrum, to sitting in my lovely seats, to the whole situation. I vacillated between being glad that I didn’t let the specter of never coming back hang over me the whole evening and being upset that I hadn’t made the point to savor it more. I suppose I did my savoring on the 10th, but getting to go back after that maybe diluted it a little bit.

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