I was stopping short of screaming it. I don't know, we chanted for one GM to leave, got our wish...flew a banner for another, got our wish...and things just get more complicated.
Can we just admit between all this and the riots we can kind of be dogshit fans at times? Bipolar at least?
Like, I called my shot. We have some passionate, passionate fans. I love that about us and playoffs roll in and it makes me remember why I fell in love with hockey and sport in the first place. I do think this generation, group, whatever, we as fans of this team have seen enough heartbreak to appreciate the journey as much as the destination. I think this group of fans, seeing the support for the team, can and will see a Stanley Cup in Stanley Park. There isn't a bad singular person I don't like, I can talk most of us 1 on 1, but we as a group hivemind are useless idiots that let our anxieties become our realities.
My very first hockey game I dragged my dad (god love him, he's more an outdoors hick than a sport guy) to, I had tears coming from me. It was just beautiful to me we could all come together from whatever god-forsaken hole we were forced into in the 9-5 and cheer together and find happiness, frustration, sadness, together as a village watches a hockey rink. The players were gladiators, these fearless heroes defending what we stood for. Now, I just see them for what they are - human.
These are kids we place the weight of our communal needs upon. I don't think every kid can handle that. I know I wouldn't have been capable of that, and when I was 9 and saw my first game, Joe Sakic was my f***ing idol for years forward. That's the power of sport. It brings us together and unites the disenfranchised, should we want that.
Never mind my oldman rambling, back at it. I just wish we could find it in ourselves to find the compassion and give some of it to the players and ourselves as fans honestly. We been through some shit, some of us have seen it all or enough. We still keep coming back for more even after at least a dozen kicks to the nuts. Hell, I must be nuts by now I been kicked so hard so many times. But that's the beauty. When your in the mud, you have the innate desire to pick yourself up with a smile.