To set the stage, it’s a little past two in the morning.
The only sounds emanating from the street, heard via an open window, are the gentle patter of raindrops on the glass, and the gentle din of cars passing by on the road. I’m sitting in my bedroom, upright resting my neck on the headboard, watching the Flyers take two points away from what ended up being a nerve-wracking shootout victory in Boston. Just as Carter Hart patiently out-witted David Pastrnak, forcing his movement wide along with the puck, the culmination of the Flyers’ past four wins hit me.