While the city is caught up in Red October and another 5-0 Eagles start, something weird happened to me last week – a buddy of mine asked if I caught the Flyers game the night before.
Preseason hockey is for the sickos, extorted season ticket holders, and bloggers mining for content, so, yes, I did. What surprised me was that this friend fell into none of those categories and was weeks removed from telling me how he’s never felt less invested in the team.
More surprisingly, he told me how much more he enjoyed watching a young lineup than he expected to.