10 years ago, the Canes were in the middle of a 6 year playoff drought that would last another agonizing 3 years. Attendance was in the toilet. We had a braindead coach. The Captain, Eric Staal in his prime, had checked out mentally. People on HF boards were obsessing over aircraft tail numbers salivating over a sale of the team to Quebec.
And here we are now- every single night is a sellout. There is a waiting list for season tickets. 7 straight years of winning at least one round and 3 ECF appearances. Everywhere you go in this city, a heavy hitting technology hub that has absolutely exploded in population, people are wearing Canes apparel.
So this is exactly the team you introduce your friend to. You put them on and say "look at the relentless, mechanical precision with which the team plays for their maniacal coach, retaining possession of the puck constantly and peppering the other goalie with shots. Look at how they win every board battle and this Slavin character smothers every opponents star forward"
And then explain to him the Lore. THE LORE