I love when not only am I served with one of the worst nights ever, but I get to pay ~$100 for the privilege of having my blood boil, of trembling with rage, and later to be unable to sleep because I’m still so mad about everything. You might say that perhaps I am too emotionally involved in something that, at the bottom line, should not so fully affect my life. After all, I still have a good job; I have happy personal relationships and a great family; I have other hobbies and pastimes that do not regularly turn me inside out with squeezing wrath, disappointment, and injustice. Be that as it may, the truth is that I love my hockey team and to see what I had to see Saturday night and to be so deeply angry and disappointed by everything through two periods (I could not bear to stay any longer than that) was almost like being deeply angry and disappointed by some actual person with life-altering impact in my existence. On the flipside, when good things happen (e.g., knocking out the pompous, self-important Habs in the second round in 2008) the world is all aflutter with sunshine and laughter. So I guess what I am trying to say is, that for good and ill, the Flyers control a few major heartstrings, and when things are bad, this is the way I am going to react inside.

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