To say that I was crushed when San Jose swept our Anaheim Ducks in the first round would be an understatement.
I have always been taught to love without condition, and I try to apply the same philosophy to the Ducks. However, that doesn’t mean that we don’t have the right to be frustrated with how the end of the season transpired.
I was on the phone Sunday evening with my dad when I realized over the course of our one-hour conversation, I had spent forty-five minutes ranting about the Ducks. Then, the other fifteen listening to him try and calm me down.